Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Bricks, artist - The Jacka. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 Bricks |
| 20 bricks in my luggage, air tight 'bout to take flight |
| Before I was a teen I pushed rocks on the dope spot |
| Funk town, I love the town we was drug dealers yeah |
| Let a nigga get it, young nigga but I’m from the Rich |
| Out here cuz' that’s all that’s left, let em' know who I am |
| 20 bricks in my luggage, out here tryna get it man |
| And I know the game, I’m willing to play my part |
| You think it’s a game, till' them fully autos spray ya car |
| You been to the Bay before, you know we ain’t playin' boy |
| P World, Frisco, to V, EPA |
| Just another risk to take, tryna ice the wrist the chains |
| Sprinkle came through the hood, and I never tipped em' mayne |
| Smokin' on a zip of good, swervin' in and out of lane |
| Free my nigga Husulah-hus, he deserve a lot of fame |
| I was in the cuts because I was runnin' from the pain |
| Seal up 20 kicks, pack it up, and hop on a plane |
| 20 bricks in my luggage, air tight 'bout to take flight |
| Way before I was a teen, I pushed rocks on the dope spot |
| Funk town, I love the town we was drug dealers yo |
| Let a young nigga get it, young nigga but I’m from the Rich |
| I serve niggas out the bag, cuz I’m still grimy |
| 3 quarter lift coat, mack inside me |
| My connect got heart cuz he showed up, yeah I’m stingy with the line nigga so |
| what |
| Out here tryna touch a mil, hotter than a super seal |
| Bitches know I don’t explain, money, cars, houses mayne |
| I ain’t feelin' no regrets, luggage get ya ass killed |
| Hunter game, cutthroat, nigga you a human shield |
| His meat is your poison, no mistake |
| But your fate, is to eat off his plate |
| I know it’s a gamble, man, I’m ready to do my time |
| They investigate me for bricks and more crime |
| Shady when I was a teen, sellin' dope is all I seen |
| Poppin' niggas up close, squeeze guns with a scope |
| Now the package airtight, and I’m feelin' so right |
| 20 bricks eyesight, boy’ll make you see the light |
| 20 bricks in my luggage, air tight 'bout to take flight |
| Way before I was a teen, I pushed rocks on the dope spot |
| Funk town, I love the town we was drug dealers yo |
| Let a young nigga get it, young nigga but I’m from the Rich |