Lyrics: Young Dopey - Put The Block On It

Lyrics For Young Dopey's "Put The Block On It" Song.




Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On The City Of Inglewood
I'm A Do My Best To Make Sure I Shine This Year

Verse 1:
Overcame My Trials & Tribulations
Kept My Head Up
No Matter The Situation
Always Felt
It Was Me Against The Whole World
A Phony Homie
Had A Baby By My Own Girl
Them Dark Nights In The Jail Cell
Was Very Cold
But Still Smile
Doing Burpies Just To Stay Strong
In Corcoran SHU
Sounding Off With My Chest Out
Laughing Like A Muthafucker
Now That I'm Fresh Out
Ugh, Made A Promise I'm A Live It Up
Success My Only Option
I'm Never Giving Up
Made A Promise To Mama
When I Was In The Pen
I Told Her My Priority
Was Buying Her A Crib
I Know For A While
She Probably Didn't Believe
When I Did, Her Face Boy
You Should've Seen
So Many Hoes
I Ain't Got Time For Em
So Much Money Now
I Don't Know How I'm A Blow It

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On The City Of Inglewood
I'm A Make Sure That Wishbone Shine This Year

Verse 2:
Let Me Tell You Something
About This Rap Game
I Ain't In This Shit
For Any Type Of Fame
And Best Believe I Ain't In It
To Make Any Friends
So Many Rappers Shake Your Hand
Just For Pretend
Talk For A Few Minutes
And Call It Network
They Wanna Take A Picture
For They Thousand Followers
Pathetic How They Really Think
That They Big As Hell
Matter Of Fact
I'm Doing Much Better By Myself
Yeah, I Did With Nobodys Help
Matter Of Fact
Boy I Did It Off Of Drug Sales
I Straight Did It
Like A Muthafucken Outcast
And I'm A Make It
Without Kissing Nobody's Ass
So Many Lame Record Deals
I've Done Turn Down
Telling Me How To Dress
And What To Rap About
Pay Attention Muthafucker
This Is 6 Block
And Mark My Words
We Gon' Make It To The Tip Top, ugh

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On West Los Angeles
I'm A Make Sure That Buckweed Shine This Year

Verse 3:
I Gotta Thank The Lord
For My Plenty Blessings
Risked My Life Many Times
For That Line We Pressing
Invincible Perimeters
That You Can't Pass
But We Passed Em Anyway
With A Spray Can
Lil Homies Jumping Out
Just To Prove A Point
Watch They Back With The Heat
Loaded With Hollow Points
Make Sure That You Wack Em Out
And Put A Fucken K
With A Big Westside 18 Ciento Seis
Same Day
I Take Flowers To My Sister
Give Her A Hug
And Tell Her That I Really Miss Her
I Don't Know
It Might Be The Muthafucken Guilt
I Did So Much
I Know My Fucken Enemies Want Me Killed
Sometimes I Don't Even Know
Why I Fucken Do It
Work Very Hard
It'll Be A Bitch If I Lose It
Must Admit
That I Made Some Bad Choices
No More Games
I Gotta Stay Focused

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On My Muthafucken Dead Homies
I'm A Make Sure That 6 Block Shine This Year