[Intro -CYCO]

Yo

This is for all the crazy neighborhoods out there

We call this nutty block

[Chorus: The Miracles]

Ooh, alright now, here we go, woo

Ooh, alright now, here we go, woo

Ooh, alright now, here we go, woo

Ooh, tell 'em how stupid you can get (Here we go)

[Verse 1: Rodney O]

For the nutty block, it's time for the lyric

And every city is it own worst critic

And every block got the [?] the launches

And every block got to [?] the hardest

Face the fact any block can get nutty

Catch you slippin' when you ain't with your buddy

Now you're running, but you used to be the chaser

For the record, Rodney O ain't no gangster

I write the rhyme to the nutty block swing

Slump to this and image the scene

Brother drinking 40, some rolling dice

Knuckleheads at the bus stop starting fights

[Interlude: Joe Cooley]

Yeah, what's up, nigga

You know my block is nutty, word up

What's 'bout your block, you know

You know my block is down fool

What's up with that?

Man, my block is more nuttier than yours Cooley

We gon' drive by you, that motherfucker get to spraying up niggas

You know what I'm saying? Word up

Aw, your set wasn't real though

It wasn't real like my set fool

Hey man, what do you talkin' 'bout set, you need to sit your ass down

[Verse 2: General Jeff]

From city to city, everybody rocking to the nitty gritty

Where neighborhoods don't look pretty

The ghetto, but I know it better as the hood

Cause that other term is just Hollywood

But everybody got a hood cause that's where you live it

My neighborhood always hung in a pack

In fact, we always hung out at one spot

Better known as the nutty block

Teenagers, hanging out on a street corner

If we didn't know you, you got treated like a foreigner

Where's your pack? Where were you from? Where you going?

The girls in this hood ain't hoing, knowing

That you ain't from this set, it's your best bet

To act like a seven forty seven in check

Cause you get rolled on, [?]

Jacking fools cause we the rules

And it was legal, even the police didn't want none

Cause we had guns that kept them on the run

And it was nutty, but that was all way of life

And nobody complained if it was wrong or right

We wasn't all gang banging, we were down for our set

And our homies, but we couldn't tolerate phony

Some of us left the hood for fame

But never forgot what we came from

The nutty

[Outro: Joe Cooley]

Yeah, what's up fool

You ain't from B-L-O-C-K fool cause we were real nutty

Aw naw, you ain't tough, you don't know what a nut is

You looking at a nut, you're looking at a real nut right here

Nutty block right here man, [?] some, anyways

Any city could get nutty, but anytime you step into the wrong nutty block

You get dem bangs put on, you know what I'm saying

Especially in my nutty block