Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bricks, artist - Outsidaz. Date of issue: 18.06.2001
Song language: English
The Bricks |
| See me in a wool cap, black boots, takin' Prozac |
| Gives me a rush like a full back |
| When my niggas wild out they don’t act human |
| I punch out gorillas lookin' like Pat Ewing |
| Pull out the gat, clap to it; |
| no protection from the blow |
| Smith & Wesson turn your bulletproof vest into a robe |
| On another level, dig it, with the metal spitted |
| Beef got settled with it, roam the ghetto (?) rockin' devil fitteds |
| Yeah, Axe… |
| Underneath their ski masks haters be mad |
| See me in the green Jag' playin' Sega Dreamcast |
| Sometimes I be on some He-Man shit |
| Pilted up, more sticks than tree branches |
| We can’t miss |
| Ill like Arabic soldiers, bustin' shots at cop cars |
| Blowin' shit up, yellin' «Allahu akbar» |
| Hardcore cats, gettin' dough like pop stars |
| Ski pulled out the Glock, turned your block to hot tar |
| Now, before the beef get any further |
| I make y’all C-Murder like Master P’s brother |
| I pack a 4−4 nozzle that’s so-so-colossal |
| Now when I cock it back it’ll blast off both nostrils |
| This for Springfield, Chadwick, Hawthorne, 18th 16th, Avon, 13th Ave. |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| Shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| Chancelor, Bergen, Clinton, Hyde St |
| Stratford, Newport, Wacker Ave! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| Shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| In the Bricks I get drunk and hang warriors |
| Plus there’s more than four of us; |
| y’all can ride assorted nuts |
| I make niggas trade places like Mortimer |
| Slaughter 'em 'til their house boarded and girl’s been fucked |
| We be ridin' through your block slow, like 5−0 |
| And hit up your Tahoe with more shots than Dialo |
| Call me Nawshis, poison’s my blood |
| I’m more than a thug and iller than the boys in your hood |
| Gats, you know I ride aimin' 'em, gray titanium |
| Buttin' niggas over the fist in Shea Staduim |
| Ever since the raid I gotta wait because I wave the gun |
| Save the lump, Outz blazin' up with laminated rum |
| Comin' through the back door |
| Nawshis spits like chewin' tobacco, two in your backbone |
| I’m tweakin' lungs like Cheech & Chong’s (?) bong |
| Y’all ain’t seein' mine like Peeping Tom bein' blind |
| Boys, you’ll lose if you ain’t glocked up, payin' your dues |
| Plus the college don’t fuck with the neighborhood schools |
| Got tools, better sleep with a pair |
| Cause Brick layers start sprayin' right after early mornin' prayer |
| Catch us swervin', son; |
| chickens chirpin' from me workin' 'em |
| Sippin' Bourbon rum, not givin' a fuck like a virgin nun |
| You herbs is done when I start releasin' |
| Call the preist in; |
| I got a indecent art of beefin' |
| One Deuce, Bruce, 7th, Park |
| Peddleton, Bradley, Southport Ave. |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| Shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Brauden, Market, Irving, Turner |
| Prince, Mt. Prospect, Fairview Ave. |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| Shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Yeah, this Newark, the Jerusalem slum |
| Take your cake, you get none, not a crumb |
| Should’ve came to the Bricks packed with a gun |
| Instead my dogs made you back up and run |
| Yeah, cause shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| Shit is crazy in the Bricks! |
| Bricks, Bricks! |
| We be wildin' in the Bricks! |
| Yeah, SS County, yeah, 07 104 goin' down, or up! |
| Irvington, Newark! |
| Yeah, owww! |