"Brick By Brick" lyrics
Snoop doggy dogg
You need to go get a jobby job
(Brrrrr)
Missile shit
All day long, nigga
Missiles all day long, nigga
I don't know why y'all niggas keep playing with my name
Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch
Look, look
You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick
Come back so good I had to kiss my wrist
Bitches play my songs in the whip, like this my shit
Look how I'm gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch
Look, I'm still a G, won't ever switch my pitch
Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks
And I still rock the drip by Rick
It's Drumwork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick
Like I'm Frank The Saint
But this new tape about to take the cake
Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate
Chop until the razor break, look
They say he great, I mean you heard God Don't Make Mistakes
But when I dropped WON'T HE DO IT, I'ma break the bank
I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength
Just tell me the day and date
I'm pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked
Niggas ain't gone bully us
Woulda, coulda, shoulda
That shit ain't good enough
The Rollie bezel boogered up
Them rap niggas y'all dickriding ain't good as us
Ain't hood enough, I'm still eating nigga, I ain't full enough
Word to my nigga OJ all my shit be fully bust
Machine, bitch
Yeah
You need to go get a jobby job
(Brrrrr)
Missile shit
All day long, nigga
Missiles all day long, nigga
I don't know why y'all niggas keep playing with my name
Fuck about so and so, this the Machine bitch
Look, look
You know I spit in the pot, when I whip that brick
Come back so good I had to kiss my wrist
Bitches play my songs in the whip, like this my shit
Look how I'm gaining on these rap niggas inch by inch
Look, I'm still a G, won't ever switch my pitch
Blood on my union tools, I gotta switch my kicks
And I still rock the drip by Rick
It's Drumwork motherfucker, and I build this shit brick by brick
Like I'm Frank The Saint
But this new tape about to take the cake
Used to bag ounces up in 20s, I would scrape the plate
Chop until the razor break, look
They say he great, I mean you heard God Don't Make Mistakes
But when I dropped WON'T HE DO IT, I'ma break the bank
I make faces break like a uppercut to the face with Tank Davis strength
Just tell me the day and date
I'm pulling up, hoodie up, fully tucked
Niggas ain't gone bully us
Woulda, coulda, shoulda
That shit ain't good enough
The Rollie bezel boogered up
Them rap niggas y'all dickriding ain't good as us
Ain't hood enough, I'm still eating nigga, I ain't full enough
Word to my nigga OJ all my shit be fully bust
Machine, bitch
Yeah
