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Ha, welcome 2 da Bricks
The city where tha rats'll whoop your mutherfucking ass, nigga Yo, during tha day mutherfuckers work out here Just like anybody else, to make ends meet, ya know? Whether it's fast food or transportation Sneaker store, doing hair or straight up stripping We gotta get tha cash, we gotta get the mutherfucking doe Brick City is an industrial city, a cold city, a heartless city A lot of kids grow up here man wanting to be somebody, ya know? George Clinton called us the Chocolate City 90 percent black and sugar free Lot of famous people from tha Bricks, baby Better do your homework and check it out, ya know? I love tha bricks yo, ya ask me on a nice day You can shine your car up, joy ride through tha hood Hit a cook out, pool party, whatever Straight up getting your swerve on whether bitch or nigga yeah Daytime's tha shit out here in tha Bricks boy, I love it But when night time comes tha monkeys come out Crackheads, hustlers, chickens, carjackers, thieves, hoes All these mutherfuckers come out when the lights go out Don't matter how large your crew is Don't matter what city your stinkin' ass is representin' Give a fuck how much money you got nigga You come to tha Bricks you easy prey For a mutherfucker to dig in them pockets Yeah, I see you mutherfucker Yeah, we all see you mutherfucker Oh no, not them Yeah, we back |
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Redman] What you know about it? (4X) A what you know about it? Yo.. get it right from jump Doc tapin on debate for months I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx Papi spins the rhymes through your opti lens check it It's five below my brain is cold Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window PPP symbol got FBI on lookout Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout I woof out, son you better buckle in I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind I got so much game I can Con Edison Yeah chicken stand by for exposure Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood (Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out, hear me out Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out, hear me out Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready Is Redman in the house? (One time) Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here When he lands flat I'm the minivan with Lil' Cease, runnin cities like Geechie Dan When Richie Cunningham was O.P. I was low-key Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth My appetite for destruction is to hustle All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan Yo, New York niggaz in the house? Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggaz in the house? Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark I tell lies under oath if it please the court Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss Bug repellant suit, bustin machines off I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin in No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabien can save your life Doc'll creep in the house Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth Let da monkey out Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out, hear me out Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out, hear me out Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out.. Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Yo let da monkeys out Show them fools what it's all about Holla out.. yo Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X) Yo, haha, 199motherfuckin9 niggaz Brick City comin thru If you don't know this is Dr. Trevis Ain't shit changed motherfucker Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin ammo nigga PPP comin thru, this is Dr. Trevis Bitch asses |
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Yo, give it to me.. give it to me
Bitch give it to me.. give it to me Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo! Give it to me.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here I'm a legend, you should be popping corks to my beer When I appear, full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick, you thought Doc whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer So every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors Vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen! I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest Rocking, hoe hopping, bumping Lil' Kim shit! Ay yo, niggas popping shit Red - |
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Yo if this pussy nigga can't get it live Get him the FUCK out and let Doc take the job I guarantee hardcore funk for three months Warranty within that three months is like pre nups: I take half of everybody's sales I don't give a fuck You're rap R&B or folk or country You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee I'm the Doc pure water lettin Bay watch the slaughter I jump off stage and kick him in the fade I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades Fuck a police raid, this a bumrush You'll agree like Siskel and Ebert with your thumbs up Like Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side Well alright then, well alright then Hah yo, I see y'all niggaz tryin to win, dyin to sin Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin I put work in, my label should be buyin a Benz cause with the chrome I'm swift like the hand on Sharon Stone C'mon, it's about the scrilla Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel em I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin I'm way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac Take the change out your blue mousetrap Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate You need two Dr. Dre's to Phone Tap, me Capi-tal D.O., yo I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo My phone number's 9-9-FUCK-YOU My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to no good, to make myself clear Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here Like Run say, "This is the wayyyyyyyy!" Def Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for Reggie I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly Break Cool C out then ask her (?) what the deally? Pass them the AK so we can get busy! I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up This chicken scopin, "Who the fuck parkin that Lincoln?" It's D-O-C, Def Squad crew I'm ready to fuck baby, how about you? Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side Well alright then, well alright then Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, y-yo, you ain't fresh Still crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest This Gilette style be Acura and XX, well it's Doc, blow your wife MX At the hotel Niko, spankin that Coleco I get you hot if you're, lookin through the peephole Niggaz start duckin out, like I work for repo' Fo'-fo' italian chrome, bitches yellin, "Champagne!" I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe Just cause I can flow, I'm not a sucker I just love to fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side Well alright then, well alright then Yo yo, I said Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk Yeah I blow my fuckin weed if you're out of skunk Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side Well alright then, well alright then Well alright then, well alright then Yeah |
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Yo yo yo Once upon a time up in Jersey Yo! Ha ha I damn near had to wreck a hoe Yo I knocked on her do' "Who is it?" Ha ha it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya I heard them niggaz in The Bricks get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot Yo yo yo I smoke your buddha to the last drop like I was Maxwell If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt I'm worldwide chinky, ? dog with chrome inkies Chicken ridin shottie and she boost ALL her dickie This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged PPP smoked your weed, ain't nobody around You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - "Hello, can I talk to Nia?") and it's Tonya (G - "NIA?!", R - "Oh shit!") Click over (R - "Whassup bitch?".. "Oh, hi momma!") Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in The bitches numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em I played the lottery, forty million that day I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played! Yo yo yo Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo! Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?" Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot Aiyyo-yo, yo When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit! Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb that same Bomb made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter! Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight? Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight? Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do' So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds Smokin the L with Doc earn Frequent Flyin Miles I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in I need to go to E.O. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in! Yo yo YO! Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo! Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?" Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya I heard them niggaz in The Bronx get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz in Chi-Town get smoked a lot I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot Lot, lot, lot, lot Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo.. motherfucker Don't fuck around in The Bricks motherfucker Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker Nigga got so much Backyard Boogie over there the seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah! Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker Sucker ass motherfucker Get the fuck on out of here Yo light that shit here! (We gon' take you out, on W Fuck All Y'all radio |
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| 3:59 |
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out
Introducing, the international Worldwide, Brick City [Roz] To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door I make niggaz walk like ball four Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop) You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl I'm untry-able, undeniable Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able R-O-Z, recognize my name Rap G.I. Jane rockin colorful wide frames Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers Don't play I coach and pick players in Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper [Tame One] Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin planet in checkmate Hell with this, we takin over the spot I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin again But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X) [Young Z] Yo, here I come Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!) Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians When I, crack a brew it's nuttin else I'd rather do Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you Your style get ate like italian steak Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers Fuckin women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches We cop sixty-three nigs One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips Plus your main honey loved us Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us [Gov-Matic] Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like [Diezzel Don] D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need? I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key That hustler from A.C. [Gov-Matic] I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit Let my man spit that Don shit Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home And you dead gone when my squad come around We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown [Chorus] |
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Give it to me yo yo give it to me Yo give it to me.. give it to me Bitch give it to me.. give it to me Nigga give me that cash bitch give it to me Bitch give it to me or I'll smack the shit out you Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo! Give it to me.. Yo yo yo yo yo yo check it Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here I'm a legend you should be poppin corks to my beer When I appear full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick, you thought Doc whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer So every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors Vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen! I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit! Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - "I Don't Kare" Bitches say you don't got money - "I Don't Kare" Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") He got a big icy chain - "I Don't Kare" He got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" His records get mad airplay - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!) I get the buddha heads buggin, shit I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin Doc rocked every corridor in Florida Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra Never trust no bitch, map your click She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop? Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black And if it's Friday, you better double your lap I hit you on the floor sayin, "My neck and my back!" Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter than a Federal jail How High? You better check XXL! Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare" Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - "I Don't Kare" Niggaz say he better than you - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - "I Don't Kare" Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" He get forty spins a day! - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care |
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It's about 40 degrees out there I know all you out there listenin to these sounds humpin and a bumpin out in your Jeeps Well ahh.. you tell em Moe (*fart sound*) That's right and right now we're gonna hit you off with one from Redman and uhh it's about uhh Well.. OOH OOH AHH AHH he's gon' LET THE MONKEY OUT [Redman] Ha Chi Town in it Yo yo-y-yo-yo Now first of all I be the Doc smokin blocks of hash Alert your fag ass commisioner when I harass because hood regulation is, no infiltration If it's hot to your crew, then it's hot to the next patient I'm in The Bricks like backspins on the mix I'm not a playa, but y'all hatin me like I'm a pimp These cars y'all talk about, the Doc already whipped You bout to go downtown bitch, like Tha Shiznit Overseas bangin cot in the parkin lot I'm overdosin in a Amsterdam coffee shop And when you lust for hardcore music to bust Trust that nigga who bubble mo' than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus Static, niggaz actin all dramatic I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair gettin tatted My P.O. tried to violate me for the habit because I walked in the office rockin straight karats [Chorus] Gonna ride in the hoop' with a freak tonight Hope to God I don't have to pull the heat tonight But uhh, light up a L cause I'm a nigga fo' life Hustlers, got the shit that'll keep you high! [N.W.A. sample from 'She Swallowed It'] "Gently place the balls, into the mouth, and .. HUMMMMM" (2X) [Redman] Yo, I'm in your local ghetto rollin a Corona Deluxe Bitch you better hit the 40, fuck a margarita! Shit I still scam change out the parkin meter And get a bunch of pussies wet overfloodin peanuts Yes, smoke a quarter-sacks, hut one two My cerebral will keep the white boys sniffin glue Hotter than Champagne Rump Shaker Part II Get dap like the Mad Rapper, "Who da fuck are you?" The Loaded Desperado, I'm cooler than Rollo (Aiyyo, what you hittin Doc?) I'm hittin hoes up in the Tahoe Gettin chickens fightin in the back of the Apollo Say, "Fuck dat!" if I'm a tough act to follow ("Fuck dat!!!") Disagree I bring the beef gyro Only right I spiral the hot shit that I know [E Double] Then buy a six shot Eclipse with plastic grips [Redman] And get a gangsta bitch who love robbin shit! [Chorus] [Redman] It don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga You don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga I turn an independent woman back into a HOOCHIE Make a Jew rock a Dashiki and a KUFI [E Double] I be the, Nutty Professor, style aggressor Put rappers under pressure, with no cooker [Redman] Rock it to a T. like Booker, you're straight shook up I can't hang with pussy niggaz who be scared as hell to push up Too much money and, not enough time It be, too many thugs and not enough nines Hey hoe, here come five-oh, stash the blow Stop suckin on my dick and slide on your Kenneth Coles [E Double] And everytime we look around them niggaz on my block [Redman] Aiyyo them Def Squad motherfuckers keeps it hot [Chorus] (2X) "HUMMMMM" (2X |
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| 4:13 |
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Hydro... indo... (buddha!) Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo! I need some brown weed (lady) all day I need some brown weed (jenny) I need some cut (lady lady) Now these doors don't open til after dark And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts (Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten Right before the fun was about to begin) Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing* [Redman] Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me? (Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in (and who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P. To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high.. (So high..) so high.. so high.. [Method Man] Air it out Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck! Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather [Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I. Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition! [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha) [Redman] Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what? I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception B-Boys gather around and act p-noid Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on [Method Man] Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt MC, with a social disease, and get it first Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger Remember me? (The field nigga!) Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!) Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays they come with batteries included, in wicked ways [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha) cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... * fades in and out before end |
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Ladies and Gentleman, we'll be landing in about 20 minutes
Descending into Kennedy Airport The time is 5:20 am and we're a little bit early this evening The weather in New York is 55 degrees and there is a light rain falling Thank you so much for flying with us, I hope you had a pleasant flight We'll be coming around and collecting your blankets and headphones So please fasten your seat belt and store your carryon luggage In the seat beneath your ass Sir, can you please fasten your seat belts we're preparing for landing Aight, I'ma do it right now I just gotta get something out of this bag Sir, can you please put your seat in the upright position And store your tray table away? Alright hold on, I told you I'ma do it right in one minute I just got to get something out of this bag Sir, can you please turn off that Walkman, I've been telling you The entire flight, it's against federal regulations to use a walk Hold on, hold on, hold on, I ain't trying to hear that Listen I told you I was going to do it in one minute You're starting to get on my fucking nerves Get the fuck outta here, aight Sir, is there a problem? Yeah, there's a problem Do I have to alert the captain? Yeah, alert your captain this Get the fuck over here Come here, take me to the fucking captain Who's in charge here? I am I said who's in charge here? Uh, you are Alright then, now turn this mutherfucker around Is this shit on? Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking This is a mutherfucking stickup We'll be cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet I want your wallet, your cash, your jewels Your rings, baby rings, mutherfucking shoes, sneakers, socks I want the credit cards, the welfare cards I even want your fucking freaking flyer mouse I'm telling you the first mutherfucker to move Is gonna catch this mutherfucker Now send the bag around, thank you Mutherfucker didn't I say don't move |
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Yo bless the steel step out dressed to kill Spark the L "Whattup Doc?" What the deal? Clock the squeal the MC overkill Certified cylinders 35 mil' Jumpin out planes Doc's Da Name Cock the flame back to delete the pain Hater IKSRFO don't Piscapo Hit the safe for cake shoulda switched to coal Nigga sneak a pound through custom drug hounds Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums Me and my man jumpin out Sedans Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran I, execute like wars in Beirut Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe The rhythm hit em without the venom in em Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot I been had a demo before "Ridin' High" Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT Bite off your ear for a souveneir Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out Black the fuck out, act the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X) Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn Active frequency, trip the car alarm Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make Choose the date, today you hallucinate Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough Got your wife sayin, "Not tonight, hello!" Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish You need classes for practice to tap this Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch Hot potato, drop the data Guard your Emancipation Proclimator Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal Brick City be the pros at wildin out off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master the P I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha! Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline Got impact like DJ Boo on "Benjamins" Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's them again!" Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X) Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass [Busta Rhymes] Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO! Baby just hold a second and give me a chance Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out [Redman] Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X) Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass Stinkin ass Stinkin ass Stinkin ass Stinkin ass |
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Yo its on! Crackers crackers Niggaz Niggaz (This is a test of the emergency smokecast system) Crackers crackers Niggaz niggaz Fuckers fuckers (This is a test This this is a test of the emergency smokecast system) Crackers crackers Niggaz niggaz [Redman] Yo yo yo Funk Doc is on a world tear jumpin' 15 000 feet out of plane in the air like where The next ghetto i'm gonna run I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talkin' sign language There go son! Walls start to bleedin when my jaws is leakin' Doc do 200 first week your label call a meeting Yea i'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling Snatch the coke, kidnapp the children Don't start lying about your tire being flat Or catching a allergy attack I'll axe the battle and the bat Saddling them ho's like yeeehaw! Bitch enjoy the tour when you're fuckin the Doc 5 O'clock free ride Ambulance too late for them These paper thin niggaz robbin' at the ATM with a staple gun I'm a rookie scuba diver, Holler You rap scholars do the knowledge You wont make it through to college B the R I-C-K Never wore those, My lyrics to the mic Is like my hormones to pornos Bitches keep the door closed (Chorus) Mothafuckers be tryin to step in my zone I grab my chrome And be like yo its on (4x) [Markie] Aiyo who fuckin' with us We bustin' your gut with lyrics You either feel it or fear it And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez I'm heartless with these (you ready) cock it and squeeze With precise precision you better listen Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision Talk slick and be laid out in chalk I still stay out in Newark And blaze my way into court So nigga fuck what u thought |
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Verse 1] Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diahrea vomiting Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia Cranky moody burpin' while i'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban I'm only 3 and gotta chip motorola A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller Lyin cryin whinin' teasin' Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin' In the begining i was sinning Kept my mama back and forth To the hospital for the constant kickin' Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl Throw her in a sandwich Just a young boy doing grown man shit [Chorus] I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like kickin' your ass I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Smokin' weed I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit All day check it out [Verse 2] I'm only 13 puttin' in work Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce Walkin' home from the movies (* Red makes karate movie noises *) I thought about the sex often I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden Light skin, chubby and shit Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right And everybody knew the pattern of pac man Rams was 15 and that then was happenin' Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny When EPMD dropped Its My Thing I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game [Chorus] I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like touchin' your tities I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like Stealin' my mama's car [Verse 3] I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it bitch So close to gettin' on i could taste the shit In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator In my last year at West Side High I barley made it Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State I passed one class and still owe their ass cake For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up I test y'all with my def squad cam And I dont stage show dive unless y'all amp To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA! [Chorus] Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like still sqeezin' your titties I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit With a big ass car Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Rollin' better credit Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Yo yo shit is crazy Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like smackin' your ass Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like shaving my beard Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit I got hair on my chest |
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This is GPN the ghetto pyshic network
I'm your host Alota Vagina Who? Alota Vagina ho Now our pyshics have traveled the world Demonstrating their amazing pyshic powers Tonight were in a world famous brick city Knocking on motherfucking doors Showing what our experts have done for niggas lives Aight y'all right now were in Brandon court And um mm were creeping up on one of our satisfied viewers Let's see what she's got to say Girl it's the ghetto pyshic network Alota Vagina Hey girl tell us what your personal pyshic has revealed to ya Well girl let me tell you what my GPN pyshic had done for me He told me that I was gon' be trippin' on two niggas And suckin' two dicks at the same time And here they are Pop and Trev say hi motherfuckers Oh shit what up yeah what up See whew look what the pyshic network has done for this bitch live Now let's go knock on the door of our next satisfied customer Alota Vagina from the ghetto pyshic network open tha door Alota Vagina that bitch from That's right it's me now open tha door were here to get your testimonial Hey is this shit on TV? Tell us how the ghetto pyshic network has worked for you? Well my physic network told me I was going to have some time off from my job But then I seen my girlfriend in McDonald's with this other motherfucker So I had to smoke both of they asses So you see I am going to have time off 25 years off pyshic network you was right again Now need I say more, our ghetto hot line is open for all calls Call 1-800-haul ass I said 1-800-haul ass Call now and get the first 15 minutes for free motherfuckers This message was sponsored and brought to you by motherfuckers Who smoke a lot of weed And will smack the shit out of you incorporated |
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All the way to motherfuckin Georgia To Tennessee To motherfuckin Texas To North motherfuckin Carolina Yeah South fuckin Carolina Yeah deep down gritty Alabama Funk for your funkin ass nigga Ha ha barefoot walkin motherfuckers [Erick Sermon] Yo guess who's bout to stomp tonight? Three seniors rockin the mic catchin misdemeanors So charge us with what what-ever you feel Balls of Steel, clappin those with rap deals Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ battle bout, airing your ass out So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus Shit shuts down when the Squad's around It gets _Thinner_, it's hexed like white man from town Three the hard way can't be touched My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from NASA I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POW That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POW There's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOW Here's two more, BLAOW BLAOW nigga! [Keith Murray] Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Hah hah..) (Man listen) [Redman] Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo! I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-ass police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps I short your Blaupunkts if you thump my tape Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks Get out your seat, E, spit out the beat The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets From baldies to fades, when I rock MC's wave more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade and give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it You might fall in to intervene And New Jacks and they girl become Pookie and that, PROM QUEEN That bodybag won't fit you tonight You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight Take my tapes way Down South and triple the price Step up on the scene like whazzup? Hey sugah Before you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up? And only way I stop til your click say when They had enough, cause I could bump to six A.M. [Keith Murray] Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Yo, yo-yo) (Man listen) My life is a rap, each song is a flashback of antagonizing anxiety attacks The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks Niggaz be like, "OH NO NOT THEM!" Yeah we back With rhythmatic articulation, God-forsaken sick manifestations, PUMP PUMP in your face then the lyrical force that I put in a rhyme will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme No matter who what when where how I'll lay you down with a sick illed out fictitious style Yo, we all represent the hood the only difference between us is that we make the shit look good! Programmable annual slammable You _Lyte as a Rock_ and _I Cram to Understand You_ So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen) Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen |
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Ha ha ha Tokin on my indo.. Smokin on a indo.. Lookin through your window.. (chi chi blaow!) Doin what I win doe ha ha ha.. it goes Who that tokin on my indo? Pow! Fragile niggaz get mashed out (Who dat?) The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!) I spend so much money on chalk and the indo my weed supplier need to build a drive through window My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1 Hook off on you like _I Know What You Did Last Summer_ Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline Yo, I send this to all my DOG To my real niggaz that are true DOG Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG Niggaz who would do time for they DOG Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG Yo I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls Grab the intercom and yell, "Fuck you!" in the mall I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin Fuckin with a dog like me, I call your name out while you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze You step life your wifee got a baby on the way The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent So peace to homey $hort DOG Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG ... You can call a female a dog too (true) You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, DOG They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu A real raw dog never get jealous They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry DOG Cause I'm a dog |
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Yo yo yo nigga * monkey noises in background * Swinging through the forests of the jungles * monkey noises in background * Yo c'mon c'mon yo yo yo Yo look around your seats; do you see anybody weirder than me? (me..) When you find him then I try him fry him like the gorilla ??billy hanas to hebrew?? how to be an MC (cee.. cee..) Sheeyit take two tokes I'm dope riding over notes Overload your periscope, Doc da most Lock and load with the rock'n'roll star, dozed off I had him bruised and closed off with one phone call (brring!) Chickens, mida mida the heater, believe-a I'm a dog Straight labrador chedda retriever Let the gorillas out, til the blood is spilling out Put a slug up in his mouth, then the thug is chicken out (ha ha) Darkrooms get ignited, bright lights on the mic So when we battle they can via satellite it PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'! Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon) Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon) Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon) Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Smoke that weed out! (c'mon) Freak that hoe out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy) Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy) Yo, yo-yo, I'm from Da Bricks where the weed go for two for five dick.. you try this I promise I'll be at your video, smackin the shit out of you from crew to hairstylists (lists.. lists..) Guerilla maneuver on an intruder I pack like Sinbad pack the house in Aruba (chk-chk) Blow your brains; yeah, leave the murder scene Lookin for me is like lookin for Herb at Burger King _I Get Around_ like 2Pac and Shock G Fuckin hotties, block the block like Monopoly I rock with an eighty-watt spitter, block lit up Snatch profit up, get your Benz lock it up So which nigga got a dope enough spot? Call X to shut em down and I'll open up shop (shop.. shop..) PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'! Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon) Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon) Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon) Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Turn that bitch out! (c'mon) Turn it up! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon |
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