[gunshots]

[Intro: DJ KaySlay]
DJ KaySlay, The Drama King!
In the hood where I come from...
We ain't give a damn about no rockstars!
It's about being a blockstar!

[Chorus: Ray-J {Yo Gotti}]
This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!)

This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!) {Wife beater we just thuggin', homie! }
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!) {What it do Slay! Ch'eah! }

[Yo Gotti:]
Where I'm from they don't even play the radio (nah!)
Real street nigga let me give ya a Scenario. (come on!)
Cocaine dream kush (kush!) thoughts are superial (whoo!)
Baking Soda box no milk dry cerial.
Good life, bad days, homie I'm a blockstar
Money, sex and drugs I live like a rockstar.
Baking Soda Gotti! (Gotti!) - My life in a glass jar
Favorite color white so I went and bought a white car. (woo!)
White watch, black shades - I need a 5 star
If she do the right thing I fuck around and wife her. (oh, yeeeah!)
I'm Straight Stuntin from North Memphis to N.Y. (ch'eah!)
I'm like the wind, homie! (homie!) - I help the birds fly.

[Chorus: Ray-J {Jim Jones}]
This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!)

This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!) {We hustle for that money! }
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!) {Check this out though! }

[Jim Jones:]
Where I'm from we was taught to blow the cash (you know?)
We was pullin out knots of money when the photos flashed. (cheese!)
Gamblin' then re-up on our cars we blow our last (fuck it!)
Had a Panoramic Roof screen fallen on the glass. (thunder!)
Baby mama screamin': "How long will it last? " (fuck her!)
Need to slow down cause I'm goin' too fast. (Slow... down!)
Too fast summertime doin' wheelies. (Uh!)
Silly! (Silly!) - All we did man was hustle for it (hustle for it!)
Stay fly pray to God we not cuffed up for it. (thank you, God!)
My man facin' time tryna cop up
I keep thinkin about all the cars that he had hopped out! - Jones!

[Chorus: Ray-J {Busta Rhymes}]
This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!)

This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!) {You already know Busta Bus got 'em! }

[Busta Rhymes:]
While you all busy tryna be Metallica, nigga (whoo!)
I'm in the hood whippin' the Battlestar Galactica, nigga! (whoo!)
Smolov the weird wild lookin' shit with insane shine
A spaceship (HA!) - strange and beautiful at the same time.
Breakin' them corners while I do the dip up on the cop car (cop car!)
The hood love whenever I pull up on the block, pah. (whoo!)
No need to question the dos' that I did
Huggin' the block and spreadin' the money, a park for the kids. (HA!)
You throw a mill' up on the stones, you see how we do them rings?
(You sell drugs?) - Who me? Nah, we don't do them things!
Now to the block. I bring the Phantoms and the Maybachs stay with 'em (HA!)
Pull up and park front of ya and let the children play in 'em. (whoo!)
Go abroad, international, rep the hood non-stop
Though I proudfully rep my city (HA!) I thoroughly rep the block.
And I'm probably next to really (whoo!) just come and be blast the pop off
THROW IT UP! - and let me SEE my fellow blockstars! - Yeah!

[Chorus: Ray-J]
This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!)

This is what we do! - This is what we do
From the block to the radio. (radio!)
I'm not a rockstar! - I'm a blockstar! (blockstar!)

[Outro: DJ KaySlay]
DJ KaySlay, The Drama King!
"More Than Just A DJ"!