[Lil' Wayne]
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what


Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock @@#!ed, runnin this thing, ya understand

We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
^!$$%z bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and

rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
do it for the real ^!$$%z, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers

Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin ^!$$%z hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour

Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some ^!$$%z like that powder, fold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins

From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne


[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne]

[Juve:] ^!$$% you got that llello?

[B.G.:] Well cook something ^!$$%
[Juve:] ^!$$% you let them K's go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin ^!$$%

[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em ^!$$%
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?

[B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin ^!$$%
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..


[Lil' Wayne]
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out

It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal

Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where ^!$$%z murder on top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees

and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
And you see where ^!$$%z go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a ^!$$% that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad

Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot


[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]

See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
Where they shot out all the street lights
So you can't see what nobody be like

And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents
And ever since the !@%!e drought, ^!$$%z been on a trip y'all

So you better watch what y'all playin wit
Cause a ^!$$% will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug

Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty ^!$$%z that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts

Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man

Run in his house and kidnap the ^!$$%, him and his fam
Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
... tch, one move blow his cactuses off


[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
^!$$% shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
^!$$% WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot

^!$$% shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
^!$$% my block hot, ^!$$% my block burn
My block on fire, ^!$$% what about yours?
^!$$% my block hot, ^!$$% my block burn

My block on fire, ^!$$% what about yours?
The block is hot ha ha ha ha