Bacc On The Blocc lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
b*tch, I'm married to myself, I ain't kissin' nobody
We made this for the fans, we ain't dissin' nobody (No)
I'm flippin' with a shotty, my n*ggas know karate
Now spray the Issey Miyake on Mr. Miyagi
Now, what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Jim and Klondike Kat in an orange white car
With a bad foreign broad in a double-D bra
You get the Donkey of the Day, fall back, Eeyore
I'm floatin' off Percocets, lift off
Damn, Flip, you a nervous wreck, I'm p*ssed off
'Cause these new rappers spittin' that mumble rap
I'm the leprechaun, I'll Notre Dame hunch your back
George Micheal just passed, how long will wе last?
I'm Bruce and Jet Li in one, I'll kick your ass
Thеn watch a little Power and twist up grass
I got an oriental shower, my wrist so glass
Man, all these bricks, I gotta whip one
All these targets, I gotta hit one
My situation is a trill one
Me and Z-Ro, we from the real slums
That Draco ain't fake-o like Jose Canseco
My hitters, they hit, don't panic, just scatter
I tell Chop and Shermo to handle the ratchet
We left n*ggas stiff like the Mannequin Challenge
[Chorus: Z-Ro & Lil' Flip]
Right back on the block (That's right, that's right)
But we ain't got a pocket full of rocks (Pocket full of rocks)
All this sh*t, we got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Hustle until our heart stop, stop, stop
Right back on the block (Back on the block)
But we ain't got a pocket full of rocks (Pocket full of rocks)
All this sh*t, we got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Hustle until our heart stop, stop, stop (Uh)

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
We did this sh*t back in 2005 and we 'bout to do this sh*t again ('Bout to do this sh*t again)
I know we should've been did this 'cause we been did hits, time to drop another hit again (Drop another hit again)
as*h*le By Nature, one deep, I didn't give a sh*t and I don't give a sh*t again (I don't give a sh*t again)
This the kings of the South, watch your motherf*ckin' mouth, if you got hit back then, you can get hit again (Lay it down)
If everybody trippin', everybody gotta go (Gotta go)
I'll play with your life if you play with my dough (My dough)
Say somethin' 'bout Ro, I show up at your door (Up at your door)
I bet you won't ever say that sh*t no more (Say that sh*t no more)
Ask me where I'm from, b*tch, I'm straight out the Mo (b*tch, I'm straight out the Mo)
No love for no n*gga, no love for no ho (Love for no ho)
What up to the valley? (Yeah), act like I'm in Cali (Yeah)
I'll plant a kush garden and watch that b*tch grow (Uh)
Look at all these haters, I got to kill one (Kill one)
All these prescriptions, I got to feel one (Feel one)
Our situation is a real one (Real one)
Me and Lil' Flip rich, ain't got to steal nothin' (Steal nothin')
I roll Maserati, just got me a body
f*ck over me, you will be leavin' your body
They think I'm a rapper, but I'm just a real n*gga (Real n*gga)
Let my lil' n*ggas eat, I ain't got to deal with you (Uh)
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Right back on the block (Right back on the block)
But we ain't got a pocket full of rocks (Pocket full of rocks)
All this sh*t, we got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Hustle until our heart stop, stop, stop
Right back on the block (Back on the block)
But we ain't got a pocket full of rocks (Pocket full of rocks)
All this sh*t, we got it on lock (Got it on lock)
Hustle until our heart stop, stop, stop