Who that young nigga riding in that old lac...
timb boots L7's and a throwback...
bass hard face guard is a gold rack...
so stacked hoes ask where the dro at...
make'm pop they titties out...
and have'm start kissing each other...licking each other...
if not -they getting out...
so get it known dame...the Brick is no lame...
cause I don't feed bitches shit but dick and cocaine...
I'm a boss chief...that got a raw sheet...
of Columbia's finest...lasting me 4 weeks...
I ain't the one to call when a feind need a fix...
I'm the one to call when a G need a brick...
either summer,fall niggas better beat a strip...
and get my money all back with an eager flip
and if it's weaker chips,you'll see me grip the neener...
and turn your city to New Orleans when Katrina hit...
I'm that bad papi...my crack stash got me...
a black jag to go along with my black mag...
a black rag to go along with your black bag...
the gat blast...knew that you wasn't that cocky...
so keep your mouth shut...eyes closed...tongue wrapped...
I'm like a lesbian couple the way I cum strapped...
and I don't front jack...the nigga aim high...
keeping the Eagle with me -that's how I stay fly...
