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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Scarface
Rap
Donny Hathaway
Sampling-Künstler:in
Roberta Flack
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter:in
Lee Stone
Songwriter:in
Roberta Flack
Songwriter:in
Donny Hathaway
Songwriter:in
Charles Mann
Songwriter:in
Brad Jordan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nashiem Myrick
Produzent:in
Lee Stone
Produzent:in
Greg Smith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
오형석
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ed Raso
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
MIKE DEAN
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
Woo!
For the block boy, take it rough
Bwaah
[Verse 1]
Everyday it's been the same old thing on my block
You either workin' or ya slangin' cocaine on my block
Ya' had to hustle, 'cause that's how we was raised on my block
And ya' stayed on ya' hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
And even when ya' left out, ya' came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford to Scott
Reed Rd to Fox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo' block you probably bread a fat pad of Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya' homeboys from knee high
And even when it was stormin' outside, that ****'d be by
That's me, dawg, on my block, I had to play the big shot
**** knew me back when I was stealin' beer from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
He'd be, trippin' and I'd bet he still try to tease me
[Chorus]
On my block where everything is everything, fa sheezy
On my block we probably done it all, homie, believe me
On my block we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
On my block, I'll never leave my block, my **** need me
[Verse 2]
On my block, we duck the **** haters and the cops
Fuck a IROC, we race Impalas, chromed out
On my block, it ain't no different than the next block
Ya' get drunk and pass out, and then pack ya' to the house
And when you wake up on the couch, you goin' right back at it
On my block when ya' that fucked up, they laugh at it
On my block, it's just another day in the heart
Of the south side of Houston, Texas, makin' ya' mark
On my block, we're cuing all the time, playin' Dominoes
Keep the Swishers Sweet down until my mama goes
Back inside, then we can fire it
Pass it around a few times and get high
[Chorus]
On my block, where everything is everything, fa sheezy
On my block we probably done it all, homie, believe me
On my block we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
On my block, I'll never leave my block, my **** need me
On my block, where everything is everything, fa sheezy
On my block we probably done it all, homie, believe me
On my block we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
On my block, I'll never leave my block, my **** need me
[Verse 3]
On my block, everybody business ain't ya' business
What's goin' on in this house is stayin' here, comprende?
On my block, ya' had to have that understanding
'Cause if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
And when country mama got it, it was all on the wire
And when the word got back, they set yo' ass on fire
On my block, we got some 'nam vets shell shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block, it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section we livin' in
On my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world
'Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls, born and raised
On my block
[Chorus]
On my block, where everything is everything, fa sheezy
On my block we probably done it all, homie, believe me
On my block we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
I'll never leave my block, my **** need me
On my block, where everything is everything, fa sheezy
On my block we probably done it all, homie, believe me
On my block we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
I'll never leave my block, my **** need me
Written by: Brad Jordan, Charles Mann, Donny Hathaway, Lee Stone, Nashiem Myrick, Roberta Flack