Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dis Iz Brick City , by - Redman. Song from the album Red Gone Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Dis Iz Brick City |
| This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers! |
| We got our next caller on the air! |
| Bitch, you on the line! |
| (Yo, this is Big Tracy) |
| (I don’t give a fuck, nigga!) |
| (Give me some of that shit straight out of The BRICK CITY!) |
| THE BRICK CITY! |
| For my nigga Guts |
| We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts |
| Hold your head up, baby |
| We got you on this one! |
| This is for everybody from the block |
| Everybody from the crews |
| You know who you are |
| No newcomers |
| (Let 'em know, son!) |
| (Let 'em know, son!) |
| This is how we do it, baby! |
| (Let 'em know!) |
| Open up on 'em! |
| Go ahead! |
| Yo, When I D-I-P, I V-I-P |
| I’m Doctor, I rush niggas to emergency |
| Open heart, filled with darts |
| +99 Agents+, know they +Get Smart+ |
| When I throw it in park |
| Pop the trunk, sellin' CD’s $ 15's for chumps |
| Cause I’m like Noah’s Ark from the slums |
| Holla' at cha frog, I’m getting them +Bud+ |
| Like them frogs on the log |
| I’m balls to the wall |
| When I do anything, nothing’s hard |
| I make it easy and talk greasy to broads |
| GILLA! |
| Say my name 5 times in the mirror! |
| I’m jumpin' out — whoa! |
| You can hear the |
| Sounds of the motherfuckin' men |
| Tryin' to get your chain |
| Tryin' to get cha chay-e-ain! |
| Flush this down the drain |
| I’m the new raw on the streets |
| You can get 10 years per each song |
| Catch a contact, what I write from the arm |
| Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom |
| I was supposed to quit, be an influence |
| But, the weed is like +Nike+ -- I JUST DO IT! |
| I’m ET zooted, way out there |
| You got weed? |
| Then, roll with the Sonny and Cher |
| Suffering succotash, I leave you suckers sufferin' |
| Huffin' and puffin', at last! |
| This is Brick City! |
| (gun shots) |
| Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops (sirens) |
| On every block, there’s a weed spot |
| This is Brick City! |
| (gun jams) |
| Hear the gun jam, if you don’t run fam-i-ly with a suntan |
| This is Brick City! |
| (rapid-fire gunshots) |
| Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship |
| Where we spit, cause we run shit |
| Play pussy wit' us |
| And get fucked quick |
| Who got the duchess? |
| Yo, I keep the ghetto in me |
| I love the sweet taste of revenge |
| I’m focused, my soul’s been cleansed |
| Now I know who the enemy, and who the friend |
| But still, with my eyes closed, they both blend |
| I’m not a follower, I start the trend |
| Y’all can follow that dummy |
| I’mma follow this money |
| Now I’m at the age, where I need to get paid |
| If a nickel bag gets sold in the park — heyyyyyyy! |
| Did I stu-stutter? |
| I got the guns and butter |
| My craftwork be movin' the numbers |
| I keep a +Roscoe+ like Kurupt, brother |
| Hang out my window — BLAOW! |
| What up, fucker? |
| Violence sells, but I ain’t a violent male |
| But if you violate, I’ll play the violin well |
| From Bricks to Park Hill |
| Don’t be like Zoolander, waitin' for that Blue Steel |
| To be shown on your grill |
| This is Brick City! |
| (gun shots) |
| Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops (sirens) |
| On every block, there’s a weed spot |
| This is Brick City! |
| (gun jams) |
| Hear the gun jam, if you don’t run fam-i-ly with a suntan |
| This is Brick City! |
| (rapid-fire gunshots) |
| Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship |
| Where we spit, cause we run shit |
| Play pussy wit' us |
| And get fucked quick |
| Who got the duchess? |
| Yo, right here! |
| Yeah! |
| The Gilla House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin, mayne! |
| Goddamn, nigga! |
| Big Nuts, uptown |
| What it is, mayne? |
| WKYA |
| Gilla House Radio |