Put It Down 4 The Block Lyrics

Still sporting that redskins hat to the left,
Still smoking bud, People still begging me for cigarettes.
Dude back at it. spitting it ill.
Sporting Chuck Taylor's and on the block. Yea the pimpins' real.
And not one younes can touch it. End of discussion.
They call me chief. I keep my own style.
People think I'm wild. That top-dog life of the party
get the girls to smile.
The truth you pretend. No game its natural. doing what I do.
Quit that roll playing realest on the seen.
dude smash a flow and kick another.
In your mind I know you thinking that mother fucker.
The most hated I represent it.Calvin Crabtree - Put It Down 4 The Block - http://motolyrics.com/calvin-crabtree/put-it-down-4-the-block-lyrics.html
I know the girls love me if not then id be a fool.
I'm old school keep studying like some beggars old
busters raggedy. you cant get at me.

Still got it aint coming off it. Boss in this. something mean
Aint shy I represent. Smoking grits and herb. Making that cash quick.
Track after track, Hit after hit.
Bustin back with it. keep ya movein.
I know you love it that's why I keep Coming with it.
Lovely with it. I keep my rep. what youns forgot about being bout it.
I'm still thugin forever. old school fans like goddamn
that dude still putting it down