Bricks 4 The High
(专辑: On Top Of Our Game - 2006)
[Dame Dash +
Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a
millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna be a
billionaire? (10 Hoe!) Nigga you wanna be what I
wanna be...(10 Hoe!) I
wanna be a
fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe) [Chorus] I
got them bricks for the
high, and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I
fuckin hustle, nigga I
get money! I
can get money doin anything! I
got them bricks for the
high, and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I
really do my thing Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I
got the
mild for the
low (Low) From smokin plenty optimos Tryna make a
quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a
paaaa... Twenty G's on the
chain, and I'm still worth a
couple blocks.... (all that man, I
need a
fo, a
duece) It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's [Pimpin'] On the
hill wit that shit from a
custom border Two gram, fifties, do the
math for a
quarter (For a
Quarter??) That's one, I
fulfill nigga's order what you nigga's wanna order? 06' Nino Brown, flip the
temp into the
carter Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways I
stash purp pounds, that's down for the
drop days And for my pay, I
hit the
trap when the
sunrise I
break one down, and the
rest goin for the
high [Chorus] I
got them bricks for the
high and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Now see I
like the
shit these niggaz is talkin Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's That's why I'm fuckin wit em, 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 [Dame Dash] I
got houses in different continents nigga! Nigga I
did my trips in London, remember that? Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!? [Jizzal Man] I'm the
boss of my own shit, I'm the
ruling general Bricks lined up like, cars at a
funeral I'm working hard white, So I
never twurk, touch and bust My workers on the
block, So the
work ain't even gotta touch My money come in stacks (Stacks) And I
know just how to get it man A
low profile, might be ridin a
Honda Civic man You'll never know it's me, but a
nigga got the
work holmes I
move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone Connects so sweet (Sweet) And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans' They come from cross the
water, masked-taped to my europeans' Supplying, whole towns, little counters, in the
projects Tryna double my money up, leave the
block, wit a
profit For you nigga's that like to pop (Pop) You know I
got them pills too Getcha you a
couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool This shit don't stop, I
move this work clockwise I
got my own bizness, I
call this shit tha Franchize! [Chorus] I
got them bricks for the
high and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash +
Jim Jones] Nigga's get a
million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!) Nigga I
made my first million when I
was a
teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..) I
got them bricks for the
high and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!) Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!) Like fuck it, tell alex keep the
cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!) I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the
pistols showing (Watch Em!) Spendin a
couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...) Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the
roster's (The Fast Life!) I'm so icy, and I
think they like me (Like Me) Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!) The
foreign cars got they eyes popping (Daammnn....) And you can see the
stars when the
ride droppin [Parlae] Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!) Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!) I
got more crack than a
curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me) I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo And when the
show's slow (Show's slow) I
cook extra blow (Extra blow) Put the
whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough) Keep the
cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco) I
can make it get stiff, like dead people Keep my hand workin, wit the
mic, or a
egg beater (Egg Beater) And ya bank account? shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare) Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear) I
can beat it like my.... I
treat the
dope like Tina, And I
beat it like I.... And I
keep tha grass, so you can call me the
lawn-man I
ride around wit chickens like I
came from a
farm man [Chorus] I
got them bricks for the
high and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] You see how I
get down wit the
get down Nigga I
got a
car for everyday of the
week And two other cars for the
weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!? I
got them bricks for the
high and the
purp by the
pound I'm posted on the
block til the
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I
can sell whatever I
wanna sell!! I
done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!! Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!! I
can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!! In five years I
started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!! And let's watch what the
fuck is gonna be now!!!