| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them West Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack
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| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them East Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack
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| The zips are off, whip it 'til it’s hardcore
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| Five in the morning, dopies knockin' at the front door
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| I’m on the block, cause I got no where else to go
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| Believe I ain’t leavin' 'til my bundle gone
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| I’mma hold this shit down 'til Lil Twin come home
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| They throwin' me out bricks
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| I’m frontin' my nigga zips
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| What’s that fuckin' out your shirt
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| That’s a thirty stick, I used to hit licks
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| But now I grind for it all
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| In the kitchen I’m a chemist
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| I just whip me up 'em all
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| I bought myself so more dope and my bitch a new car
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| Boy, I’m charged up, still fuckin' with the plug
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| Got that double-up, if you lookin' for the drugs
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| Niggas talkin' shit, then you know we droppin' slugs
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| If it’s ten niggas with me, twenty bangers in the club
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| But we gettin' this money
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| So nigga, fuck the club
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| But we gettin' this money
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| So nigga, fuck the club
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| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them West Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack
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| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them North Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack
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| Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
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| Come talkin' that shit and they’ll pull your card
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| Slide on you niggas in my foreign car
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| But right now, bitch, I’m finna' drop the price on the hard
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| I be posted up, on the block with the boy
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| When it’s Christmas time, I bought me a brand new toy
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| On the front line, nigga, like I just got deployed
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| Learned to shoot first, nigga, kill and destroy
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| We got new whips, we done chromed out the feet
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| Got the stash spot, like my name Big Meech
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| Spent ten bands on my fuckin' neck piece
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| I’m a real nigga, that’s why the bitch want me
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| And you gon' hold this banger when you ridin' with me
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| Don’t be a stranger to this danger cause I’m movin' this D
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| And you gon' hold this banger when you ridin' with me
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| And don’t be a stranger to this danger cause I’m movin' this D
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| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them West Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack
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| Pulled up to the spot
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| Walked up in the trap
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| Up in my drawls was two bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Bricks of crack
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| Them East Oakland niggas movin' bricks of crack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bricks , by - J. Stalin. Song from the album Body Snatchers 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп