Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin You eyeballin me like you movin somethin Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh) Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo) My crew is Triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark All my shorties skippin school watch truant Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students
Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh) Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh) Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh) Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh) To my niggaz that say buck hoes (uh-huh) Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh) If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh) that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh)
Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you) You'll get touched too with the, cannon Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera
I'm sick from a childhood head, blow When systems was pumpin before I let, go The head honcho fall back and pump, fo' Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO! Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
