Where I'm From (Huggin' Da Block)

Ha, say, coast to coast

They got to feel this, where I'm from

[Chorus]

Where I'm from, niggas hugging the block (hugging the block)

24's flooding the block, there's blood on the block (blood on the block)

It's all good in the hood, loving the block (loving the block)

Monday to Monday need money, hugging it out (hugging it out)

We wreck niggas, take em to the back of the block (back of the block)

Where the teachers at on my side, packing em out (packing em out)

Every other day, 5-0 back in the block (back in the block)

Some get caught up, some still attacking the block (attacking the block)

[Big Pokey]

You know me, I'm attacking the block

Sack in my sock, I'm in back of Jack In The Box

I'm the same nigga, that the laws rapping about

I ain't tripping, I know my phone tapped at the spot

When we ride, I'm the nigga packing the dot

At the wonder at the club, bout to vacuum the lot

Calling the Scott, to the west to O.S.T.

Y.S.P., all it's me, M.O.B.

Across the street from the park, pumping under the tree

My niggas is bout it, if you want it, we got it

Blood in, blood out, ain't nobody adopted

That elbow on the 6-4, I probably done rocked it

Roll deep, hitting switches, while the boppers is watching

All on the curb, leaning, we all on serve

Got a pocket full of money, we all on the bird

I love my block, that's my word, for real

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

It's guaranteed set up shop on Ridgevan, nigga you gon bleed

The whole block is a crock pot boiling with undercovers

Better stash your cheese

When a out of bounds nigga come around, he'll end up on his knees

We don't tolerate short stopping around here, we got kids to feed

And the jackers of the seven deedious, got tricks up they sleeve

But we don't believe in magic, just plastic that make em cease to breathe

From 11:30 to 11:30, we whip up P-I-E's

In the kitchen on a mission, I'm Chef Boy-R-D O-B-E

When the law come around it's ghost town, the traffic be on freeze

But everybody reman they position, soon as them hoes leave

Off a million faces be cases, freedom is what they cease

But we make bond and go right back, to the block and serve fiends

P-C-P has us off any type of amphetamine

Shit that'd do you like Viagra, shit that'll really make you lean

R-I-D-G-E-M-O-N-T my block, my set, my team

Nigga you outta bounds, and the penalty

Is a glock, a tech or beam

[Chorus - 2x]