Blockstars (Album Version)

[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 & Yo Gotti]
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
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Wife beater, we just thuggin' homie, whoa)
I'm a blockstar (What it do, Slay? Chyeah)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Where I'm from, they don't even play the radio
Real street nigga, let me give ya a scenario
Cocaine dream, kush thoughts, I'm superior
Baking soda box, no milk, dry cereal
Good life, bad days, homie I'm a blockstar
Money, sex and drugs, I live like a rockstar
Baking Soda Gotti, my life in a glass jar
Favorite color white so I went and bought a white car
White watch, black shades, I need a five star
If she do the right thing, I fuck around and wife her
I'm straight stuntin from North Memphis to NY
I'm like the wind homie (Homie) I help the birds fly

[Chorus: Ray J & Jim Jones]
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
From the block to the radio (We hustle for that money)
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa, check this out though)
I'm a blockstar

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Where I'm from, we was taught to blow the cash
We was pullin out knots of money when the photos flash (Cheese)
Gamblin the re-up on our cars, we blow our last
Had the panoramic roof, rain fallen on the glass (Thunder)
Baby mama screamin, "How long will it last?" (Fuck her)
Need to slow down cause I'm goin too fast (Slow, down)
Too fast, summertime, doin' wheelies (Uh)
Blowin on that Color Purple like my name was Celie (Hey)
Silly, all we did man was hustle for it (Hustle for it)
Stay fly, pray to God we not cuffed up for it (Thank You God!)
My man facin time tryna cop out
I keep thinkin about all the cars that he had hopped out
Jones

[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
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar
You already know Busta Bus got 'em, hey

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
While you all busy tryna be Metallica, nigga
I'm in the hood whippin the Battlestar Galactica, nigga
Some all off the wall wild, look at shit when insane, shine
A spaceship, strange and beautiful at the same time
Breakin them corners while I do the dip up on a cop car
The hood love whenever I pull up on the block, pah
No need to question the dos' that I did
Huggin the block and spreadin the money and park for the kids
And throw a mil up on a stone, see how we do them rings?
(You sell drugs?) Who me? Nah, we don't do them things
Now to the block, I bring the Phantom and the Maybach, stay wit 'em
Pull up and park front of ya and let the children play in 'em
Go abroad, international, rep the hood non-stop
Though I proudfully rep my city, I thoroughly rep the block
And I'm probably next to really just come and be blast the pop off
(Throw it up!) And let me SEE my fellow blockstars, yeah

[Chorus: Ray J]
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
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
More Than Just a DJ