Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Bricks, artist - The Jacka. Album song Neva be the Same (20 Bricks: Season One), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.01.2010
Record label: The Artist, Timeless
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 |