Clark Kent - Dis Iz Brick City lyrics

[WKYA DJ (Girl)] This is WKYA Radio, you motherf**ers! We got our next caller on the air! b**h, you on the line! (Yo, this is Big Tracy) (I don't give a f**, n***a!) (Give me some of that sh** straight out of The BRICK CITY!) THE BRICK CITY! [Ready Roc (Redman)] For my n***a Guts We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts Hold your head up, baby We got you on this one! This is for everybody from the block Everybody from the crews You know who you are No newcomers (Let 'em know, son!) (Let 'em know, son!) This is how we do it, baby! (Let 'em know!) Open up on 'em! Go ahead! [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, When I D-I-P, I V-I-P I'm Doctor, I rush n***as to emergency Open heart, filled with darts +99 Agents+, know they +Get Smart+ When I throw it in park Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them +Bud+ Like them frogs on the log I'm balls to the wall When I do anything, nothing's hard I make it easy and talk greasy to broads GILLA! Say my name 5 times in the mirror! I'm jumpin' out - whoa! You can hear the Sounds of the motherf**in' men Tryin' to get your chain Tryin' to get cha chay-e-ain! Flush this down the drain I'm the new raw on the streets You can get 10 years per each song Catch a contact, what I write from the arm Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom I was supposed to quit, be an influence But, the weed is like +Nike+ -- I JUST DO IT! I'm ET zooted, way out there You got weed? Then, roll with the Sonny and Cher Suffering succotash, I leave you s**ers sufferin' Huffin' and puffin', at last! [Hook: Ready Roc] This is Brick City! (gun shots) Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops (sirens) On every block, there's a weed spot This is Brick City! (gun jams) Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan This is Brick City! (rapid-fire gunshots) Hear the gun spit, n***as jump ship Where we spit, cause we run sh** Play p**y wit' us And get f**ed quick Who got the duchess? [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, I keep the ghetto in me I love the sweet taste of revenge I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed Now I know who the enemy, and who the friend But still, with my eyes closed, they both blend I'm not a follower, I start the trend Y'all can follow that dummy I'mma follow this money Now I'm at the age, where I need to get paid If a nickel bag gets sold in the park - heyyyyyyy! Did I stu-stutter? I got the guns and bu*ter My craftwork be movin' the numbers I keep a +Roscoe+ like Kurupt, brother Hang out my window - BLAOW! What up, f**er? Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male But if you violate, I'll play the violin well From Bricks to Park Hill Don't be like Zoolander, waitin' for that Blue Steel To be shown on your grill [Hook: Ready Roc] This is Brick City! (gun shots) Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops (sirens) On every block, there's a weed spot This is Brick City! (gun jams) Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan This is Brick City! (rapid-fire gunshots) Hear the gun spit, n***as jump ship Where we spit, cause we run sh** Play p**y wit' us And get f**ed quick Who got the duchess? [Redman] Yo, right here! Yeah! The Gilla House n***as in the motherf**in buildin, mayne! Goddamn, n***a! Big Nuts, uptown 512 What it is, mayne? [WKYA DJ] WKYA Gilla House Radio