Block Of Rock Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

Yo, yo, I wanna welcome, welcome everybody to Hustletown 

Are we recording? Alright let's do this fellas 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

Now if you wanna battle me then it's on 

I'm blowed while I'm creeping up whip out my Tek so now you're gone 

You shouldn't have tried that set up now your ass is getting wet up 

'Cuz real G's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up 

You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish 

And on your grave I tag it's the motherfucking rick 

That you don't mess with, so let me keep stressing that lesson 

To all y'all players and y'all haters, haters keep watching y'all back 

And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that paper 

Now, now why do these haters wanna plex 

Why do they wanna be starting mess 

Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest 

'Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex 

Coming straight out the south east side of that tex 

So if there's something you gotta get off your chest 

It's best that you don't express it 

It's hard enough for a Mexican 

So I really don't need all that plexing 

There's all kinds of player haters out there 

So please wait let me tell you about those 

First you got them fraud ass hoes 

Then you got them fraud popos 

Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street 

Who just wanna plex and take yours 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

Guess who's back from the pen 

Out to win, sipping gin with my kin folk 

Gots the grin on my face when I'm come through 

If you ain't down with these G's motherfuck you 

'Cause there's a straight up 

Struggle in my barrio 

Second ward getting high on the patio 

And when I'm wet I'm a threat to a rival set 

I get respect when I step with my new tek 

Don't sweat I check hoes daily 

On the regular talking to your lady 

On the cellular creeping on the low ride 

In the middle of the night with no lights 

And the four-five, chilling at the dope house 

Low-G is something you don't know about 

Little tricks for my dick twenty-four seven 

Treat them like a bitch, still got them hoes begging 

Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil 

Staying high till I die flying like a eagle 

And as you know 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

You're superficial talking about life with a pistol 

But youse a hoe living clean as a whistle 

My missiles, oh they do leave body dimples 

Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pit bulls 

You simple, I'm complex 

And coming on next, oh take a wild guess, the South Park Mex 

Spark sess blow smoke in the darkness 

You don't wanna start mess with the heartless 

I be the smartest, hottest, artist 

My GM shine brighter than the golden arches 

Shooting star yes, ol' trick no blow indo 

Before they kick door, then flip coke 

Tip-toe to the top 

Tellin' thug tales of wicked love spells 

Hoes and drug sales, some fell, in fact it's most 

So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

For years I've been working on the block of rock 

For years I've been keeping Nina Glock on cock 

H-town, Hustletown, did this for y'all, my boy Low-G 

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