"My Block" as written by and Thomas Randolph/hart Bell....
(And it sounds so good, it sounds so nice)

Come down to my block, come around my way
That's where the players play
Do what you want to do
Fill up your cup with gin and juice
We'll give you what you need
Where are all the g-you-e-s-t-s
(On my block)

I think it's plain to see, it's definitely the place to be
This sun is beaming
Another Saturday
It's time to kick it
And blow my cares away
Nobody trippin'
Just tryin' to have some fun
And if you need some
Got drinks for everyone
This is your chance tonight
Everything's goin' to be alright
It's our big superstore
It's time to drink some more


Come take a ride with me
In a big black truck
And all of you player haters
Won't you get off my nuts
I know a place you can go
And meet everybody I know
It's got all things a player likes
Like sunshine and straight thighs
We can play everyday
It's summertime baby(summertime baby)
I want to play I want to stay
In case you didn't know


So bring some Coney Isle
We're going to have a real good time
Hey, and you can't have none of mine
All you ladies bring your friends
Gotta pool, let's throw them in
It's going down tonight...
Everything's gonna be alright
Let's hit the store
It's time to drink some more


Lyrics submitted by surfdiva8

"My Block" as written by William Hart Thom Bell

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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