B.L.O.W. (Block Life Is Our Way) Rick Ross (Ft. Clipse)
"B.L.O.W. (Block Life Is Our Way)" by Rick Ross featuring Clipse, released in 2009, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, resilience, and the hustle for success. The lyrics reflect a gritty lifestyle and ambition, underscored by heavy bass and sharp beats. Its cultural impact lies in its portrayal of urban struggles and triumphs.
[Intro]
Pusha T:
Woman: How do I know Daddy this stuff's goin' scary
Rick Ross: Yo Papo
Pusha T: Yeah
Rick Ross: Mira, Yo Papo
Pusha T: Yo come out nigga, where you at man?
Rick Ross: Over here yo
Pusha T: All right, let's stop playing games niggas
Rick Ross: I got that stuff man
Pusha T: OK cool I want all that shit nigga
Rick Ross: Yo, you can have everything if you want it man
Pusha T: ? nigga, how much nigga?
Rick Ross: 3 million B
Pusha T: OK. You gotta give me a minute on that ? nigga
Rick Ross: OK, no problema
Pusha T: Yo put all that shit in the truck baby
Woman: OK Daddy
Rick Ross: Mira, Mira ...
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Teflon sicker than most, sick-nature flow
I won't battle for the block rick spit for your coast
I'm handling with narcs they let me sit on the coke
Godfather in a dark shop mob niggas gettin' the vote
Two-piece cufflinks killing the coat
On my feet for the baking but I sit with a toast
My women on the bitch naked or get dick in the boat
Fresh food in the Benz and I'm deepin' the throat
Top down ocean drive and I'm chiefin the drought
Start ten top fuck 'em cuz I'm speaking the coast
Second week out, damn creepin' on go
We still deep in the hole, keep dicks pickin' on blow
They escorted by the killers for that beef on the row
They pretty cheap too get put to sleep at the show
Back at the stage I'm conscious with an object in the back of the braze
I master the trade, since back in the day
Packin' the gauge, quit acting afraid
It's a package exchange, for my niggas back in the classical days
Pusha T:
Woman: How do I know Daddy this stuff's goin' scary
Rick Ross: Yo Papo
Pusha T: Yeah
Rick Ross: Mira, Yo Papo
Pusha T: Yo come out nigga, where you at man?
Rick Ross: Over here yo
Pusha T: All right, let's stop playing games niggas
Rick Ross: I got that stuff man
Pusha T: OK cool I want all that shit nigga
Rick Ross: Yo, you can have everything if you want it man
Pusha T: ? nigga, how much nigga?
Rick Ross: 3 million B
Pusha T: OK. You gotta give me a minute on that ? nigga
Rick Ross: OK, no problema
Pusha T: Yo put all that shit in the truck baby
Woman: OK Daddy
Rick Ross: Mira, Mira ...
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Teflon sicker than most, sick-nature flow
I won't battle for the block rick spit for your coast
I'm handling with narcs they let me sit on the coke
Godfather in a dark shop mob niggas gettin' the vote
Two-piece cufflinks killing the coat
On my feet for the baking but I sit with a toast
My women on the bitch naked or get dick in the boat
Fresh food in the Benz and I'm deepin' the throat
Top down ocean drive and I'm chiefin the drought
Start ten top fuck 'em cuz I'm speaking the coast
Second week out, damn creepin' on go
We still deep in the hole, keep dicks pickin' on blow
They escorted by the killers for that beef on the row
They pretty cheap too get put to sleep at the show
Back at the stage I'm conscious with an object in the back of the braze
I master the trade, since back in the day
Packin' the gauge, quit acting afraid
It's a package exchange, for my niggas back in the classical days
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