| Yeah… Brick City
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| Yeah…
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| Gilla (yo) Gilla
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| Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin steel
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| You could post me down low like Shaq O’Neil
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| You’ll be spittin what I spit when the day is over
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| Tryin to be me in the mirror, sayin it over
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| Yeah, he’s all right, but you not real
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| I’m a dog, shit I eat the food I spill
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| Floors ain’t dirty enough
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| My game is like carryin shotguns and 21 rough
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| Doctor, I’m like the war on drugs
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| I don’t stop, I’m all night vampire blood
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| Underground, since a kid
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| I finger-painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves
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| I’m in yo' college campus corridor
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| You should call me Uno the way I +Draw Four+
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| Brick City law, strip to your drawers
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| Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall
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| It’s time for Doc to check yo' ass nigga
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| It ain’t hard, it’s an EZ Pass nigga
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| For the paper, I’m offendin neighbors
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| Runnin my label out an old Winnebago nigga!
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| Ooooooh, shoulda knewwwww
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| That we gon' briiiiing, that funk to youuuuu
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| Gilla Houuuuse, is comin throuuuuugh
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| And what you gonna doooooooooooooo-oooooooh, ahhh
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| Yeah. |
| the Brick City dawgs
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| Yeah! |
| Holla at your frogs
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| Yeah, Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn!
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| Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla)
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| Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town
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| You’ll get drug nigga like wedding gowns
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| After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound
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| I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings
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| Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
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| How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy’s
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| I prove that I never left the street
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| I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y’all
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| B-More, are ya ready? |
| (ready ready)
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| Colorado, are ya ready? |
| (ready ready)
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| I’m at your neck like a Doberman mouth
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| With like 40 muh’fuckers out the covenant house — ya heard?
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| Gilla House in the circuit
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| And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface
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| Def Squad is the foundation
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| Three dawgs attached to 98 dalmations
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| (Yeah, where them Gilla niggas out at night, at night)
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| You better run 'til you see the light, light
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| Yo, I know I had you waitin
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| But Death was chasin me and my eight friends for +Final Destination+
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| Yeah.
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| Yeah! |
| Yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga
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| Yeah. |
| Brick City, Milwaukee, California
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| Where ya at?
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| Okay now, take off your shirt, and relax
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| Let all your tensions out, just relax (Gilla)
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| Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla)
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| Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla!)
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| Yo, I keep my ears to the street cause that’s my job
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| But even the streets can steer you wrong
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| I’m walkin with one man above me
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| Nuttin on my waist, but if it’s on you hearin the palm
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| You forgot I’m ten years deep, and out them ten years
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| I got two weeks of sleep, and caffeine free
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| Amazin right? |
| I got a street team
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| That’ll get paid to snipe, yeah by any means
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| I’m behind the curtain, my Betty Shabazz
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| Hope I make it home; |
| I invade alone
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| Catch you in the truck, babblin on the phone
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| I miss you, I stick up your chaperones
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| It’s a dirty dog world, say it louder
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| Every +Friday+ I’m bein chased by Craig’s father
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| That’s why I’m on the low like pro
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| And my file is too hi-tech to call next
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| I got a heart the size of John Q’s son
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| And on the mic, I’m him times two of 'em
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| Y’all niggas get your shit together
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| Cause Gilla House niggas, prepare for whatever
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| + (Redman)
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| Youuuuu, you shoulda knewwwww (yeah)
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| That we gon' bring, got to that funk to you, to you
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| Gilla Houuuuse, is comin through
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| And what you bitch ass niggas gonna do-do-do-do-do, ohh ohh (yeah)
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| You and you and you, you shoulda knewwwww (Gilla House nigga!)
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| That we got to bring, that funk, to you you you
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| Gilla Houuuuse (yeah) is comin through
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| Annnnnnd what your crew gonna do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
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| Gilla House |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WutchooGonnaDo , by - Redman. Song from the album Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп