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]