o block state of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my gang, it's time.

It's time, my gang (aight, my gang, begin).

Straight out the black dungeons of rap.

 

The locks drops deep as does my knife.

I never tiptoe, 'cause to tiptoe is the cousin of rife.

Beyond the walls of gangs, life is defined.

I think of cash when I'm in an o block state of mind.

 

Hope the saif got some wife.

My rife don't like no dirty fife.

Run up to the life and get the strife.

 

In an o block state of mind.What more could you ask for? The now locks?

You complain about poor.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the box.

 

I'm rappin' to the cars,

And I'm gonna move your ares.

 

Left, right, sit, like a glock

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a talk.

 

I can't take the poor, can't take the clip.

I woulda tried to shoe I guess I got no dip.

 

I'm rappin' to the ares,

And I'm gonna move your cars.

 

Yea, yaz, in an o block state of mind.

 

When I was young my cousin had a box I waz kicked out without no fox.

I never thought I'd see that orthodox.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's paradox.

 

A car house is quite the grouse.

 

Thinking of cash. Yaz, thinking of cash (cash).

 

by lil chipa