Pegz - Block to Block (ft. Funkoars) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Sesta]I got a problem with bullshit and politic'nIf there's a war going on outside sunny, said he chillin'Rappers is happy to hop on a dick for a dollarWhile I drop it hotter, they gotta cop it, shit's proper***** the brag when it's self-evidentI'm feeling at home at the sound of impeach the presidentDrunk veteran smelling like piddle and rummyWhile I'm slapping them *****es with big sunniesPedal meet to divas, eagle spread eagerPeace out, the wingspan's lethalYou can ask Acca Dacca, she probably had a jack up her sleeveAnd I don't need that shit neitherSo ya plan need be plan b, cause ayFirst off you *****ed with the familyBut you already know it so itAin't no point in keep going[Hook: All]It's Pegz and Funkoars on setNothing needs to be saidPut em up like Knockout NedCause we're block to block killin' itBlock to block killin' itJase on the beat so we're block to block killin' it[Verse 2: Pegz]That's like Vents, one verses twenty copsCorrupt politicians and self-righteous demigodsWith the greatest hits since brekkie bongsAnd King's Cross hookers with fishnet leggings onSketchy Hons, one of rapping's finestWalking the red carpet with a pack of lionsFemale fans flashing their privates likeJanet Jackson and Axle WhiteheadIt's the life of a rap star, driving a jaguarHide in the mansion, dining on caviarSmile for the camera, fire the managerAll in one breath like Trials with the staminaDon't believe the hype, it's not luxury jetsIt's not penthouse suites, it's bunking in beds*****ing with Ses, end up on a current affairWith a dozen baby mommas lining up for a cheque[Hook: All][Verse 3: Hons]It's the return of the mother*****ing Honson manI get blazed with Pegz, til I lost it, damnI still use my cd, to try to cop blowjobsLike I gave Tony Montana my CV, HonsStill ripping it, while I'm steady as emptyAs that pocket you've been pissing in, listen inNow you already met the familyMr Trials jacking breaks at knifepoint life Pammi Lee's mammariesSo understandably, I don't need to wear a shirt that's pastel to try to mack girlsAs soon as the plane hits the tarmacMy game's on point, I can't miss like a car rackYou don't wanna start that shit, you ain't I'llYou're a hypochondriac with a bad limp, slam thisIn ya car til the speakers *****ing haemorrhageJase on the boards with dirty Oars and Pegasus[Hook: All][Verse 4: Trials]Ay, Ay, Ay***** ya flow, find me at the neighbour's homeWaiting for the water to flow, so I can go and steal ya soapSee I'm broke, no bullshit, if broke was bullshitI'd be buried knee deep, dressed red in a bull pitI'm *****ed financially, I don't play it up to be dopeFor real I've gots to save up to be brokeI made a few beats on a couple big sellersSpent the funds getting drunk on enough to fill a big cellarHey big fella, would you mind moving out the way?Ask a hill what the ***** you think a mountain sayI'm not moving from a bar stool unless a girl that passed schoolBut looks like she didn't wants to pass throughThey say booze kills the brain cellsBut umm, uh, umm, ay ***** it ayWhat if I make bail? I'm bad newsLike Miss Macro hearing a rap flow thinking she can too[Hook: All]
