Blockstars (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]

DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King

In the hood where I come from

We ain't give a damn about no rockstars

It's about being a blockstar

[Chorus: Ray J & Busta Rhymes]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar (Whoa)

This is what we do, this is what we do (Yeah)

From the block to the radio (Yeah)

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Yeah this the remix Slay, let me handle my biz

And give them the proper meaning of what a blockstar is

A blockstar up in the hood, see what they fame does

It's given law, bigger than rappers when they name buzz

And live the life most of you talk but be afraid of

Most of them dudes, you can't even disclose the names of

You'll probably see one when admiring the shine on 'em

End up carrying or breaking the state line for

Listen, and while most of you niggas sold

A dream to motion records, these niggas live by the code (Now)

I hope you lil niggas learn something

Cause that's the cloth of blockstar that I was cut from

[Chorus: Ray J]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Where do I start? I know where, straight from the heart

I used to freestyle with Cam, Mase and 'Gruff at the mall

Crack rocks in a tennis ball, throw up when the Ds come

Sheek, Jada and P, D-Block, you know where we from

Hoodie on, nickel plate, taped up handles

Pop to his rosemary candles at prayer service

The Aston Martin make my mama nervous, do I deserve this Gucci?

Too many pretty women throwing me coochie

Outside in the yard with a loosie, who's he?

Gwen Stefani in my top five

Grey Goose and Sour Diezel, you would think River Phoenix alive

Allahu Akbar, yeah I'm a blockstar (Whattup?)

[Chorus: Ray J & Rick Ross]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

Kay Slay, whattup nigga?

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

In '91, I set it off, pushing that ready rock

Whip it like I'm Freddie Fox, looking at a peddy car

I made it rain, you only watching fetti fall

I got so many flaws, as in too many cars

I call them candy jaws, therefore the panties fall

Soaped up like spaghetti straws, only in Miami dawg

Too cool to talk, my shoes Louis, you're

Still scanning them chickens, that's food for thought

I'm a blockstar (Boss) Frank Lucas in the flesh

FILA sweatsuits, three Cubans on my neck

Trips to Beijing, shit you ain't seen

Clips underground, my chips is mainstream

Boss

[Chorus: Ray J & Papoose]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa, Papoose, Papoose)

I'm a blockstar

[Verse 4: Papoose]

The lucky guy who always win at the dice game

The neighborhood wino, we all give him change

The dude who covers up his sneaker with a sock

Damn, he could pop a wheelie the whole block

The girl with the big earrings, they was hollow

But she was solid, she grew up to be a model

The basketball player who be repping

He never made it to the NBA, but he a hood legend

The rapper in the cypher with a lot of skills

Growing old in the cypher, he never got a deal

The fallen soldiers, Allah

Gone but not forgotten, blockstar

[Chorus: Ray J]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 5: Vado]

Ayo, this dude think he smarter, before he hopped in

I hit my man with the revolver and clip him like a barber

I show you how to do it, from the kitchen like I'm Martha

Sicker than Stuart Scott when spittin', I'm a monster (Huh)

No heroin when I squeeze arms

Watch the nine throw bullets like Drew Brees' arm

I ain't Joe Clark, me? You can't lean on

Mink warm, throw up the set with three rings on

[Verse 6: Cam'ron]

Uh, blockstars (Stars) rockstars (Stars)

Drop cars (Cars) followed by cop cars (Cars)

Pepper spray, handcuff, never say

One word, word, don't remember yesterday

Check my resume, quick to catch amnesia

Extra K, two kis, mad reefer

Bad diva, my black beaver

Coke dealers, street sweeper, max skier

[Chorus: Ray J]

This is what we do, this is what we do

From the block to the radio

I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]

DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King

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