Artist: Lounge Lo f/ Pep, Trife Diesel Album: Simpstonian Institute Song: Blockstars Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Lounge Lo] Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou... Real niggaz lick shots, peace Connecticut Aiyo Theodore, I see y'all, uh-huh This Beez Mode with a eas' flow Staten's Most Pop, man... Aiyo, Pep, I see you, came with the back bone And we back home, let's holla at them my dude [Chorus 2X: Pep] You're fucking with blockstars, toast cuffers 'n hot cars Come out ya mouth wrong, I'ma blow your top off EH! I'ma blow your top off EH! Yeah, yo, get low or get knocked off [Lounge Lo] Aiyo, it's B and I'm back in the town I heard the chit-chats, the kick back, I couldn't come back to the grounds Boy, is you crazy? But picture that, you pay me pounds Got a nigga right from Broad that's backing me down The Ooh Building, 218, what's happening now? I'm in the Regal with the Diesel looking to clap up clowns Stone Gang, that's what I ride for, I'm burning a booger While T.M.F. is in the Bridge, taking turns on a sugar And mothafuckas wanna try my street cred It's Simpson pimping, I don't limp, that's the heat in my leg Staten's Most so the beef ain't dead The beef started, Trife and B. Darted, I leave ya sea parted The blockstars who knock hard then cop cars Hit dice games and throw shots at ya block, pa It's Drop City dropping, and we could get it popping Knock ya top off then drive off in a shitty stocking [Chorus 2X] [Trife Diesel] Aiyo, aiyo, I walk with a bop and talk with street slang Keep the hammer on my waist and ain't scared to let it bang Staten Island's Most Popular Son and Trife Diesel Blow ya top off and then slide off in a white Regal I'm a modern day pimp for that paper, suede blazers Walk in the club past detectors with eight razors Two in my mouth, two in my wallet, two in my pocket And the other two is taped to my shoes, avoiding ya optics Dressed in gothic, black Durango, presto chango Roll down the window slightly, half way, and let them things go Pop, every minute on the clock is counted for Gotta check my connect cuz he owe me an ounce of raw Uh, call me the trampeler, I move the rock like D. Wade Boost Mobile gangstas, y'all niggaz is pre-paid I'm a heat wave, sort've like them beach days Bury Uncle Sam in the sand and watch my cheese raise [Chorus 2X]