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Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick city)
Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers Puffin' Smokey the bear Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps They on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (Rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats For both child, woman and man
God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt Got your chin touched by my fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies Y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court But I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high Since Luke was Luke Skywalk Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame All over your game like them shorties who claim
That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug A life filled with (unverified) that's what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice While it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post current while we're forever Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages Graduated from the you and I versity Of hard hitters, for real
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin' me down Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat Big moneys make the big decisions Keep hip hop alive, it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn Damn God, you're killin' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (Shh, shh, shh, shh) They did a job
Took all my goodies out from under the tree Except the CD's Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homes You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon' relax your mind Let your conscious be free
Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk ass man Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh