Beat the Block

If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

If I could beat the block in that old school, get high like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

If I could ride around in that old school grooving, cooling
Cruising to my music
Snowballs blowing through my unit
Seen you peeping, caught you drooling
Doing all the things I can
To sustain my digit dash
And get some cash up in my hand
I would blow it like a fan
Webbie blowing through my speakers
Police creeping but they know we see em
Still blasting this tweeters
As I float
Whip feel like a boat
Streets feel like a moat
Got the whole game by its throat
Ion plan on letting go
It's the motion
My clique cause commotion
When we off potent
Rims rolling
Backwood steady smoking
Flex on my opponent
Yes I want it
Fast like locomotive
Rolling and I'm smoking
Just like locomotives
Did you get you get that?
Hold it, just might slow it
I'm really on a money mission
Gotta get it
Hit the ignition then hit the slab
Committed to killing these niggas
I turn it to max, beat feel like a jab
Imagining all of the whips I could have
I'm buying em
Taking em straight to the lab
I lean my seat into
Position I'm almost in the back

If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

If I could beat the block in that old school, get high like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

It's the. Midnight Marauder
Tipping, bumping the Carter
Inside snow, shoutout Jeezy
Paint dripping like Fiji water
Just to pull of is an honor
Magic, Harry Potter
The way I'm, swerving and I'm swanging
You'd think of an anaconda
The starter, never a sub
Unless I crack my subs
Cop sub for my sub
Then pull up to the club
Just to parking lot pimp with my ppl and my kin
Not we couldn't get it in
We just cooling in the wind
Plus a bad one and her friends
They was eyeing
So turn my music up until my speaker almost frying
She creeped up, took one look at me and then she start applying
Did she want me or my car,
Because I was not even trying
It's the mystical ambiance that it upholds
Champion standard, it could never fold
To cop it and pass on
After all the years
The story's a hold
Color is bold, It's never gets old
Old heads talking shit as I roll
Now won't you take a look into my spaceship

If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

If I could beat the block in that old school, get high like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning

That's my ride
Youngins hollin bingo
Yeah I be turning heads when I come around
Drop top chevy
Butterfly doors
So I just may not end up coming down