Lil' Wayne]

Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what



Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man

Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand

We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and

Cali grows somethin for the hood where I was raised in

Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and

rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and

do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers

EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers

Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward

No respect for no stunt, and no money without power

We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour

Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour

Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins

From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains

Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne



[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne]



[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?

[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga

[Juve:] Nigga you let them K's go?

[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga

[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?

[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga

[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?

[B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin nigga

[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..



[Lil' Wayne]

See where I'm from we keep our guns out

Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out

It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South

and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house

It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal

Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people

Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'

End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy

It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys

We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees

and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit

They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad

Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked

Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot



[Chorus]



[Lil' Wayne]

See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like

Where they shot out all the street lights

So you can't see what nobody be like

And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence

Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents

And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all

So you better watch what y'all playin wit

Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all

They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug

Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug

It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots

When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts

Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk

We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn

Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man

Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam

Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers

... tch, one move blow his cactuses off



[Chorus]



[Lil' Wayne]

WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot

Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot

Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot

Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot

Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot

Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot

Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn

My block on fire, nigga what about yours?

Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn

My block on fire, nigga what about yours?

The block is hot ha ha ha ha