Lyrics:
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
how I spend it (yup)
Trunk sounded like it got a marchin' band in it (yeah)
You in the minor leagues, and I'm a heavy weight
Flippin' brick houses
[Redman]
Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
One two, one two check mic (yeah)
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out
sometimes
It's just so hard to get by
Annie and me, as far as we can see
We're not taking any bets, just playing the house
Annie and me, as far as we
Building brick by brick
Growing day by day
Me I’m a okay
Every life’s got a price
That’s precisely the game I play
Just say my name I
Hear no evil
I just
to the punch-line, one time
Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26
Palms feel like bricks peeling from distributing crack
Crumb snatchers
Ain't your concern
Don't judge me by my past
I don't live there no more
I built this house
With my bare hands
With steel beams and boards
Don't you come
father in me
The apple never fell too far from the tree
My mother hates that but she can't disagree
Bricks on my bedroom floor, you think it's calm
being chauffeured by a junkie
On the movie reel it's "A Time to
Kill" but I'm steady stroking her monkey
And I swear to God
I'll kick her out the car if I
look like they riding a banana boat
But on they period, I don't want them mislead
So it's a sign by my bed that say "No turn on red"
Treating women
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
keep us all stuck in the tank
I might just buy me a brick phone and a 560 sl 88
Parallel park by the phila burger
Smoke and listen to e-40 tapes
During
the night at Waffle House
Bringing home the hostess
Like I'm Tiger Woods
Everybody wanna make a muhfuckin' scene
You don't wanna see me pull up with the laser
Quarter mil' in the hood, a nigga buyin' them sticks
Half a mil' to my man, he's bendin', playin' with bricks
Bought a purse for a ho, bought a house for
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, 'bout to put
The bricks
That weigh you down
Get softer
They collapse in the ground
You
You see me
Sitting by your side
When the past has left
There is a chance for us
Harmony has no any split ends
But if cold wind is coming all I see is blowing fans
Seduced by worthless expense
Whoever recommends to prioritize shit
ignorance like every loser says
Oh he lived in a gutless house,
Built brick by brick by the mistakes of someone else,
Cage me now in your piety,
I'm not
giants
Dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr. Truman's beer factory
Waving bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel,
Tower Hamlets
a lesson
She learned it twice
Now she's quickly growing
Based by her own advice
Now she's building
And the building will be only hers
She will build a house
house not long ago
I guess it proves just how much I've grown
Oh, you know the one I'm running from, bricks and mortar by the waterfront
I hope you
what's not
What once was perfect was polluted by my restless mind
Piece by piece this house was built on a need to feed
Brick by brick this hell was
you remember why
Oh, why
Don't stop feeling sorry for yourself
Running from all the horrors that you built
Brick by brick you made this place
watchin
If damn you bad was real
Then you got
Girl
Your a brick house
And a bad mammajamma
I want you near always
Hold me close private dancer
But if we
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