Island Slang lyrics
by The Streets
[Chorus]
My n*ggas on blocks
And they carry that toast (on the block)
I’m from the islands you know how it go (i'm from the islands)
None of my brothers going argue bout hoes (none of my brother)
We stackin' this paper we stack it fasho
Stack up yo paper and stay on the low
These n*ggas can’t take me out my zone
These n*ggas they pus*y, they beef through the phone
My n*ggas they steppin' , the 9 on me now
My n*ggas on blocks
And they carry that toast
I’m from the islands you know how it go
None of my brothers going argue bout hoes
We stackin' this paper we stack it fasho
Stack up yo paper and stay on the low
These n*ggas can’t take me out my zone
These n*ggas they pus*y, they beef through the phone
My n*ggas they steppin' , the 9 on me now
[Verse]
I’m smoking on backwood
I keep me a pole (keep me a pole)
When I was young I was kicking in doors
I was young but still stuck to the code (stuck to the code)
These n*ggas they pus*y, they beef through the phone (they beef through the phone)
I’m never lackin' I’m here to snatch souls (snatch souls)
I’m playing with these guns, like I got the cheat codes (uh-uh)
Free zay he locked up still making moves (free zay)
Been stacking this paper got something to prove
Stay out the streets i don’t play by no rules
These n*ggas is fraud they think snitching is cool
Catch a opp lackin' , back out the tool (back out the tool)
My n*ggas on the blocks do not play bout no rules
4 pockets full I ain’t never finish school
Smoking zaza I’m high on the moon
Get your money up hating ain’t cool (get your money up hating ain’t cool)
[Chorus]
My n*ggas on blocks
And they carry that toast (on the block)
I’m from the islands you know how it go (i'm from the islands)
None of my brothers going argue bout hoes (none of my brother)
We stacking this paper we stack it fasho
Stack up yo paper and stay on the low
These n*ggas can’t take me out my zone
These n*ggas they pus*y, they beef through the phone
My n*ggas they steppin' , the 9 on me now
My n*ggas on blocks
And they carry that toast
I’m from the islands you know how it go
None of my brothers going argue bout hoes
We stacking this paper we stack it fasho
Stack up yo paper and stay on the low
These n*ggas can’t take me out my zone
These n*ggas they pus*y, they beef through the phone
My n*ggas they steppin' , the 9 on me now