Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smellin Like a Brick, artist - E-40.
Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Song language: English
Smellin Like a Brick |
JPZ, you’re a genius |
Rec the Beats |
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money) |
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit) |
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block) |
Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick |
I bled the block, I pounded the pavement (Mhm) |
I had more birdies than the Falcons and Ravens (Mhm) |
A brick is my fragrance, used to keep 'em in basements (Mhm) |
Cook up the candy in a pot or a Mason (Mhm) |
Jars full of residue, that Fred Flintstone, that yabba doo (Mmm) |
Break down the yola the same color as Krazy Glue (Mmm) |
Them folks didn’t notice me, I was sneaky and smart |
I wore these glasses to look like a square and drove a Dodge Dart |
My connection was Spanish, showed me love when I copped |
Used to meet me at Pilot, or Flying J’s Truck Stop |
When I sit in the barber chair, thumper under my apron |
When you havin' your slices, you know these suckaz be hatin' |
Exclusive game is the shit, my custom outfits be lit (Uh-huh) |
My watch cost a hundo, done by Iceman Nick (Done right) |
I sip Prosecco (Sip Prosecco), fuck with edibles (Edibles) |
Smoke CBD and THC medical (Medical), BITCH |
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money) |
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit) |
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block) |
Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick |
Felon, I be bailin' through my hood |
Cutty on them gold ones, got that gellin' in my wood |
Time to get the bag, hit the block and snatch the chef |
I sell each ten whole, let him woom-wop the rest |
Text my bottom bitch, told that ho we havin' company |
She know that mean we cookin', so nobody at her auntie’s |
Old school nigga, still rockin' out the gumbo |
Draco, it’s a Russian, so you know them bullets tumble |
Started out in Humboldt, swabbin' out the snow cap |
Plays with them Boguts and them H-A's, no cap |
Hundred on the buyout, another on the arm |
Hit me on the signal, we gon' meet up at the farm |
Miss with that swag bag, bruh, we don’t do that |
Triple lays only, little homies run through that |
Ever see the king? |
You could spot him by his two straps |
Smellin' like a brick, movin' shit for them blue racks, true facts |
Came in with a whole lotta money (Lotta money, lotta money) |
Walk up in this muh’fucka lit ('fucka lit, 'fucka lit) |
I’m fresh up off the muh’fuckin' block ('fuckin' block, 'fuckin' block) |
Probably still smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick |
Smellin' like a brick (Like a brick) |
Like a brick (Like a brick) |
I’m probably still smellin' like a brick, smellin' like a brick |
One day (One day), I might buy me a Five Guys (Uh) |
A Whataburger, or a Kentucky Fried |
Chicken, I’m havin' my chicken now that I mention |
Right now, I’ma need y’all undivided attention |
I get what I want, you get what you can afford |
When 'm in a virtual meeting, I sit on the board |
I’m havin' my capital, venture capital |
I ain’t local, I’m global, ho, international |
I do what I wanna do, smoke what I wanna smoke |
Practice social distancin', I don’t really fuck with folks |
Thought the boy was solid, he pillow-talkin' sucka stroke |
Bonkers over baby, everybody and they mama know |
I was playin' dominoes and it was on me |
Yeah, 40 had that rocket on him, .223 |
Yeah, never out of pocket, don’t believe what you see |
Boy, it’s fire in that hole whenever fuckin' with me |