[Chorus: Playa Fly]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Day and night, night and day, n***a gotta get some pay
Standing out with my rocks, and my Glock, chiefin' Hay
Anyway that I can, my n***a you understand?
Gotta bring twenty strong, before I can serve your jaw
Double up, man what's up? Got the pot, rock it up
Mixing in some B12, now my shit gon' blown on up
Shake the ball 'round the jar, 'til the ball get real hard
Cut me down some twenties, then I'm standin' out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth, one tried to run off with dope
Caught him 'round the corner and I shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin' with my cheese, all I get is two O-Z's
One day I'mma be the fucking man out here slangin' keys
Until then, I'm the n***a runnin' from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin' fences tryna catch a brother
Having things is hard out here, but I'm stayin' 'bout my hog
One day I'll be pushin' Lex, but today it's Cutlass dog
[Chorus: Playa Fly]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Slangin rocks all good with me, downest bitch that would be me
I be on your side like hip-bone and n***a you will see
That your misses-lady, your baby will cover up what you didn't
You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy, I ain't bullshittin
So send me out on a mission, we can take they position
We got that china, canary-yellow, we on all you bitches
So come on down, you're the next contestant on my dope list
I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that I rode in this bitch
And we 'bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down, we takin full charge
Can't nothin be done, 'til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south, so what you mean, you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin' south, that's flyin' straight into your mama's house
Don't be sayin' you got the clout, 'cause we all know who really runnin thangs
All you bustas must behave, 'cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
I hope you are feeling that, I'm lovin it, if you liking it
If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit, I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-wooh
[Chorus: Playa Fly]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block