Block Music Album

Artist(s): Shawnna

Tracklist

Can't Do It Like Me

length: 2:52

Block Music (Bang)

length: 3:40

Damn

length: 4:19
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred
I'm in Miami actin' ghetto hollerin' out Shy run it
And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me
I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy
I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi
I love taking pictures cause these *****es wanna be me
I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy
You can catch me on the yacht we chasin' vodka wit some Fiji
You *****es ain't know I do this **** for fun
My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one
Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun
Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one
Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper
And I'm a I'm a a hustler I don't need no package saver
They feelin' all my flava and that *** so plush
Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch
I got 'em sayin'

Damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Smoke's Rap:
She's a ten in them nines with stilettos
With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans
6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go
She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal
Damn the can be feelin' the way it shake
I wanna jam it in her jello
Anything for me she want it
Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front
She got more *** than a team of donkeys
Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee
******* plump please Dolly Parton up
When she walk through and make way for the double D's
I love that pretty brown round
She shaking got me shook
Cause her print so fat between her thighs
It look just like a camel foot
Can I look can I rub it
Matter fact **** that let me cut it
Can I touch it can I grab it
That hairy nappy fat rabbit
Meet me there I take a flight
Your dark chocolate fittin' to be up in the air like a kite
Caught up in the Chicago wind
Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn
Humpin' like a camel back
From am from pm from pm to am
I'll beat it up like a punching bag

Damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Hold up wait a minute step back let a ***** just catch my breath
Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left
Watch it go up and down like that
Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad
Cause it's gonna make me mad
You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow
They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll
They see that ***** swoll It be so juicy oh
He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that ***** whole
Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste
And he was like a kid and I was like **** I just wanna ride the face
And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em
My ****'s so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin'

Damn damn she got a donkey
And that **** so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like blam got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it

Gettin' Some (remix)

length: 5:41
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.

Chorus:
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

Shawnna: Verse 1
You know u ***** want a ***** like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
*****s in the hood wanna call her wifey
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U *****s popin collars y yo *****es pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
Think u can pop me man u need to stop please
See me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Tryna jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sip
Tryna lick somethin somethin bout as big a yo leg
Dis ***** yawn while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was

[Chorus]

Shawnna: Verse 2
U know I keep dat 4 5 woofer in my trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo ***** actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You *****es wanna be me cause u know that im the ****
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)
I hit em on the lo and shawty this is wat he said (wat he said)

[Chorus]

Candy Coated

length: 4:33

[breathing]
Shawnna, TrackBoyz, Def Jam
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club
They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
Before I hit the stage I see some niggas finna fight
And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
But yo I know you heard about the niggas from the go
Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh

[Chorus]
Tryin to find out where the party at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where the V.I.P
Stupid niggas at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne
White mink to da flo' color cocaine
Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
I let my chain swang down to my waistline
I won't dance we just move to the base line
Tell a nigga wait a minute fo i take mine

Roll Wit Me

length: 2:29
• Roll Wit Me • | by Shawnna
(Shawnna:)
Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh, Shawnna (Yeah)
Uh, Uh, Christina
Look
I got some game for you Chickens
Listen a minute, please
'Case you be stuck with them (Shhh)
Hit you up then they leave
You gotta stop for a minute
Watch for a minute, breathe
Take you a squat for a minute
Listen to what I speak
I'm tryin to keep it real
Not tryina make a scene
You tryina keep your man
You gotta make him scream
You gotta put it down
Drop it and dip it low
Wind it around a while
Stop 'n now let it go

(Christina:)
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talking when I make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When it's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you?
That's when you give it to him good
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
You getting warm
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving, but give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hair
Let him know it's on
If you understand me
Y'all come on
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(show her what you got, daddy)
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(show her what you got, daddy)
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (ooooh woo oooh)

Dip it low
Pick it up slow (ohhh)
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
(Imma show you how to make him)
Dip it low (ohhh)
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"

(Shawnna:)
Look, I got 'em diggin' me
Feelin the way I groove wit it
And know it's killin' me
Thinkin what he could do wit it
He scared of speakin'
He peekin' under that blue fitted
Send me a drink in a blink
He makin' a move wit it
We at the bar sippin'
We on the floor dippin'
We in the car trippin'
We at the crib kissin'
So now it's on
Listen, I can see really what you want
See you wanna pump all in that body but nah
He seen that booty drop
Poke it, now make it pop
Okay now shake the top
Oh baby make it stop
That's what they all say
I could make or brake 'em all day
What you thinkin, got the Jacob, all gray
In the hallway, Powder Room on play
By the rooms, yo, hey
Buy the tunes, I'll stay, Badaboom
See baby boy, Ya killin em, Do your thang
Me and Milian do 'em like Guinness and Boomerang, Yeah

(Christina:)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow (Slow)
Roll it all around (Ohhh)
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll (Come on, come on, come on)
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say, "OHH!"

In tha Chi

length: 4:17

Good evening everybodi
I like to welcome yall to the go
But let me warn you
Before i take you on this trip
Keep your mothafuckin head straight and you bitch betta not have no purse
Lets go
Oh so pumpis now laid back may back and the top is down they use to say that i was a acuward child made it hard for my pops to smile cuz i was blocked by like wut chu know about the city light top down blow tree feel the breeze throught the city night the 23s got me sittin right the cardias on my sleeve frankie Bs gott em fittin tight we quick to get up when it bust down but see its g's round here so nigga pleas do not fuck round this for ma niggas up in buck town you know the bidness every 15 min you gotta duck down we send it up the we slide out but if a nigga wanna fuck wit ma nigga we finna grime out
I tryin to tell u wut the chi about
Cuz ain't no city like my citi
Course
We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy we smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby i know u feelin me now this is how we do it in chi c-a-go
Verese
And we dont kick it on the late no mo ain't no partys in the hood we dont skate no mo see erybodi wanna chase the dough i sip barcardi with a shot of strawberries so i taste the dro i lay back and the i blow the haze one fo my niggas who were here before but are gone today dumpin out liquore takin shots to make it go away down on my note ready to go cuz i dont wanna stay i'm on my way and i hope some body call me back or maybe i do it for my nigga g balla scrappa cuz when you look up in the sky u kno he smiling at cha this windy city gothat reeper steady coming at cha but thats a common factor we set it up and then we slide out cuz if a nigga wanna fuck wit my nigga we finna grime out cuz ain't no city like my city you either with me or ride out
Coures
We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy we smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby i know u feelin me now this is how we do it in chi c-a-go
Verse
And i remember rappin in staircases clappin them 12 gages stackin them big faces praying to god i made it my life is so funny mo drama mo money so now they see me off that remy gettin so scummy ? repruducion most of my niggas facin life or the on they way depending on what i'mmakin so now u seeyour self real baby girl an i hope you ain't trying to bring it here baby girl cuz ah this ain't my occupation this just a fuckin hobby half of yall bitches waited on my album just to copy but chu sloppy and ur versus will never top me a real lyricist an you bitches is carboncopy now producers wanna give me the boot cuz the know i spit the truth and i can fuck they bitches up in the booth but they still see me lettin it loose see i make em feel the juice like a hunad proof and the hook goes
Course
We be ridin rollin rollin ridin it crazy we smoking sippin sippin smokin baby
We be ridin smokin sippin pimpin baby i know u feelin me now this is how we do it in chi c-a-go

Take It Slow

length: 4:12
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast

Look, I got the feelin' you been feinin' my body
I see us leaving the party, now tell me what you gon' do
Somebody told me you been thinkin' about me
And I been thinkin' it probably could be me on you

So come on, shawty, we could creep into the bed
Get into some more freaky ****
Then we could go back to the crib
Take a look at how I live, take a sip
Let me show you how deep it get

Now we could do it real fast, we could do it slow
I like it when he make it last 'till he gotta go
He like the way I move that *** then I make it poke out
Then smoked out the Jag then we on the roll

And took a ride down Lake Shore Drive, stay so high
Flippin' through the city, ***** ?
Stay so fly, I could take your guy
'Cause they know I got the bomb and that ain't no lie

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Look, I think I really need time to breathe
Because I know what we doin' ain't right
And he be on me every time I see him
Because he know me and dude ain't tight

He wanna see me in the middle of the night
Wanna **** in the middle of the fight
We break up to make up but when we make love
He suck and he nibble and he bite

But I know I gotta chill 'cause now I'm seein' that it's real
That my dude checkin' all the phone bills just still
I know you got a girl who be all off in your grill
She be checkin' through your pages, stalkin' all at the crib, damn

Should of known what the **** might do
****in' with a ***** like who
Go on in the Brans
Switchin' lanes in the midnight blue
So ya please gotta

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Luda, Ludacris don't play when it come to the sex
If it get too fast I'm a take it
A little slower, then speed it back up like Shaqille O'Neil
The back board, I'll break it

Take it, never fake it, shake it
Run around my house butt naked
If you throw it good enough
Big daddy might buy your *** a tennis bracelet

'Cause I got so much doe
I don't know what to do with it
Plus I got so much dro'
I roll it up and let you hit it

Lay back, way back, stay back
Like Puff take that, take that, take that
Young Bobby V and Ludacris and Shawnna
Will make you hit that playback
Like four times, I'll co-sign
You so fine, let me hit it one more time

'Cause I got that goody good
And I think I shouldy should
Pack ya with the woody wood
I'm just so hoody hood

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast, if it get too fast, I'm a

Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow

Can't Break Me

length: 4:12
Hey there, hey, how are you?
Muah, everything cool
I don't know, I'm trying to see if you gon' like it
I'm gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is
And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids
No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits
Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles

I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib
And just when you find happiness he run away with it
Then you back to the drawing board and don't know what to do
And feeling like you all alone and don't know who is who

But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2
It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it flow and let it breathe
And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it's so
It come back running then you embrace

Don't be like any other woman and turn your face
Just shake it off like it ain't nothing and hold your weight
'cause pain make your heart toughen, it can't break you

They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big
What, you tryna live?
(They say)
Think you doing wrong, they don't understand
Just where you're coming from
(They say, something here)
Only people go [unverified]
They intentions show but they won't break me

It's like I'm all alone in this **** and ain't nobody
Trying to lend a hand to a *****
My baby asking why his daddy don't love him
Yet, I swear to god it's like a bullet going through my chest

I'm trying to make it by myself but scared of breaking down
I slit my wrist and tell god to come and take me now
See it's a battle wit my body and I'm losing bad
I got a boy, dark child and don't know who the dad

That **** is sad but we pushing on through the struggle
Why *****es be up in the streets if they don't ****ing hustle
That's for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle
I'm from the side of tracks where *****s in the black'll truck you

Act like a ***** and put it down for the gang sign
(Something)
With these *****s at the same time
A thin line between the hood and the hood fad
Don't let the game take me out
I'm taking out the game that's on them thangs

They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big
What, you tryna live?
(They say)
Think you doing wrong, they don't understand
Just where you're coming from
(They say, something here)
Only people go [unverified]
They intentions show but they won't break me

It's like I go too hard for the people
And every time I hit the booth I'm just promoting evil
And I don't wanna send the wrong message to tha kids
But what about my *****s lock up and doing bids?

And all my *****s on the block ducking from the feds
Just keep yo' head tied, *****, do it how you live
And all my baby mommas, hell naw, I can't forget
Don't let no motha****a tell you how to raise them kids

I'm on the borderline of ****ed up and asses out
This remy got me spinning, think I'm fin'a pass out
Father forgive me 'cause I'm caught up in this
(Fair crout)
But I don't know no betta, see all I know is chedda

Raised int he go-getta
They say the situations drastic a cold
(Retta)
They say some ***** just got blasted was no sweata
It's unbelievable, them last days is gon' catch up
Be tryna make it through the gates but he won't let you

They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big
What, you tryna live?
(They say)
Think you doing wrong, they don't understand
Just where you're coming from
(They say, something here)
Only people go ?
They intentions show but they won't break me

Ghetto Fairy Tales

length: 3:02

Lil' Daddy What's Good

length: 3:38

Hit the Back / Slide In

length: 4:22

Chicago

length: 6:04

Gettin' Some

length: 3:23
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.

Chorus:
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl.

Shawnna: Verse 1
You know u ***** want a ***** like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
*****s in the hood wanna call her wifey
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U *****s popin collars y yo *****es pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
Think u can pop me man u need to stop please
See me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Tryna jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sip
Tryna lick somethin somethin bout as big a yo leg
Dis ***** yawn while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was

[Chorus]

Shawnna: Verse 2
U know I keep dat 4 5 woofer in my trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo ***** actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You *****es wanna be me cause u know that im the ****
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)
I hit em on the lo and shawty this is wat he said (wat he said)

[Chorus]