Lyrics:
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
pot could sing, I swear it be the Commodores
It's a brick house, I flew the birds right in my mama door (I did it)
You can ask her (you ask her)
Told
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen
house
Get the fuck out my house
(Aye aye bitch)
It’s about time you kick bricks
Left her forehead with the white kids
If ya homegirl want my dick
Tell her
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
You built your house with stolen bricks, and it's all coming down
Trapped by your stolen bricks and we've all gathered 'round
You're painting pictures -
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
man, we got the scripts, receipts and ballots
Lights out on a white house issa blackout
Cause
My people built this
Commodores black house
Apologies for
Quarter a brick
Half a brick ima brick layer
Could’ve been in economics
How i flip paper
Ima scholar that was blinded by the temptation
Quarter
broke my heart
I picked up the pieces
That drifted apart
Now I've gotta
Keep things still standing
Don't throw bricks in these houses
I started
a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them
filthy rags and I just can't brag
Comes by grace the measure of faith
Crucified the rebel that had been enslaved
From the White House to the Church
Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
I got houses in different continents
heaven
Every song the same
Brick by brick, stone by stone
You can use this flesh and bone
Not with silver, not with gold
You will make this house your home
hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (trap)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip,
brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come
like I'm Jordan in quarter four
You build a brick house you play for the commodores
I'm knocking on the door
I'm on the mic like a Rappaport
Asking me
them brick houses make ya'll The Commodores
My only fear is that my CD tanks
And I won't get the Rolex with the Fiji face
Cause these niggas start
the connections with a common goal
A brick house solid like the commodores
Sacrifice
No grey area
It's black and white
Choice is yours
Whether wrong or right
commoners taking the common door
Kicking it down, need a Brick House like The Commodores
Only the real is what I endorse
Only the iris what eye-a know
Still
on the floor
Flippin' through your records trying to find the Commodores
And you would always play it, every time that I asked
Put the needle on "Brick House
them brick houses make ya'll The Commodores
My only fear is that my CD tanks
And I won't get the Rolex with the Fiji face
Cause these niggas start
Sometimes I feel the woke when I was inhaling smoke
Stick out I ain't talking yellow coats
Brick house commodores how fellas smoke
They in the powder room me
all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
A little brick house on the Oklahoma-Texas Line
Everything I love is
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