Like a Brick (w Fazomontana) (p.Nate22)

Follow 1 fan

Paris

Oscar Jackson, Jr. (born October 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Paris is an American rapper from San Francisco, California, known for his highly charged political and socially conscious lyrics. Influenced by the Black Panthers, he was once a member of the Nation of Islam, but now is agnostic. more »

2:28

0 Views

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

She think im pimpin her
I don't even want the lil hoe
Yeah i deliver her
circle getting smaller
I don't even have no friends in here
If you ain't my brother i don't think that you gone get in here (okay)
She think i ain't hip to her
Bitch i know what you on
See cartier up in her future cause I'm balling like Jim Jones
Know Paris! the one turn it up yeah imma wild out when I'm in my zone
Yeah I'm the one hitting
Niggas be shooting but it ain't with precision
I make that lil bitch do the dishes
He ran his mouth now that boy need some stitches
We leave his gang in the ditches
Better speak highly whenever you mention
IShoot
Oughtkazt
Ain't no difference
I do not write with no pen or no pad
Spit this shit straight of the menty
Shawty too bad like to look at her ass
When she put on that new Fenty

I had to get to this cash
I ran up these racks just to spend it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Get ice cream with the gang
Yeah real fast
Like a banana we split it
So everyone winning
I had to get off my ass
And get to the money
You know that I double and triple it
Starting to think i got fetish
I only want f*ck her if she got a twin or a sister
Pop out
They calling me mister
I be making it move like a brick
Brother be servin the pounds
You can come get you a gram if you want some that work
Yeah we be smoking the loud
If you want smoke what we smoke gotta pay what it's worth
Kicking this shit since a child
This shit ain't new to me nigga i did it since birth

Fendi
Prada
I rock margielas
I pop my collars
I been on it
You niggas not up
That boy talk shit
We run in his crib and shoot his spot up
You know how we live im sipping this mudd
Out of my cup
Ya niggas smoke mid
We smoking the gas out the cream dutch
Young nigga in the benz
I got my Racks up
You niggas so lame
Y'all can not hold us
My old bitch drive a toyota corolla
Whole lotta shots they be ripping of ya shoulders
Whole lotta thots
We come through smashing like a boulder
Semi start to spraying
Yeah we leave that boy with no hair

I had to get to this cash
I ran up these racks just to spend it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Get ice cream with the gang
Yeah real fast
Like a banana we split it
So everyone winning
I had to get off my ass
And get to the money
You know that i double and triple it
Starting to think i got fetish
I only want f*ck her if she got a twin or a sister
Pop out
They calling me mister
I be making it move like a brick
Brother be servin the pounds
You can come get you a gram if you want some that work
Yeah we be smoking the loud
If you want smoke what we smoke gotta pay what it's worth
Kicking this shit since a child
This shit ain't new to me nigga i did it since birth

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!