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Язык песни: Английский
First Brick |
| Ha-ha, my first brick nigga |
| Grab your ski mask, naw fuck a mask |
| Bitch ass nigga, doing it bare faced nigga |
| This how it’s going down for 2-G, feel me |
| Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up |
| Don’t even get up, just give your fucking shit up |
| And give your grip up, but first give me them bricks up |
| First time your ass slip up, you’ll get lit up nigga |
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt |
| The block is on fire, so I got’s to get me work ah-ah |
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hit |
| Pay attention to the story, of how I got my first brick |
| My first sack was a fifty pack, when I was only 13 |
| Niggaz idolizing ballers, disrepecting dope fiends |
| First string on the team, came home from practice |
| Had some drama with my mama, found my stash under my matress |
| Caught an ass whooping, all my privilages tooken |
| Niggaz my age getting paid, and I ain’t gon stand there just looking |
| See my uncle be cooking, he’s an old school soldier |
| Use to send me to the corner store, back and forth for baking soda |
| One day this nigga came over, Texas plates with a briefacase |
| Didn’t know back then, but he was bringing in the fucking weight |
| I told my uncle fuck a eight, I need a zone |
| Dropped a gallon the scale, and told me to get my ass on |
| No need for chaperone, got my grind on on my own |
| One roof stuck on my dome, stay away from school zones |
| See my paper got long, but I wasn’t done yet |
| I graduated and migrated, from Bogalusa to Laffeyette |
| 1991, perfected the use of a scale |
| Steady spending all my mail, while attending USL |
| I’m like nigga what the hell, this ain’t the way to ball |
| Reconstructed my plans, got down with some niggaz from Lake Charles |
| Started thinking strategic, nigga how can I win |
| Fuck that front shit, got down on I-10 |
| Nigga’s stash spot all good, stuffing my cheese under my hood |
| Late night by the bail I’ma make the mail |
| Then think they tell, should of knew they would |
| Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout to burn a row |
| Out here trying to earn the do', and all these niggaz wanna turn a hoe |
| They told the FED’s bout the cash, even told them hoes about the stash |
| Trying to mash on the gas, but that didn’t last |
| I came back, thugs waiting on my ass |
| Got busted by the task, now I’m waiting for the time to pass |
| Can’t wait to get out, so I could find that snitch |
| Grab my shit, and go blast his ass |
| Nigga fuck a mask I’ll get the last laugh, when you in a hearse bitch |
| This is the tale, of how I got my first brick |
| Now I’m back on the turf, third verse gets deeper |
| See it’s pressing Nextel, said to hell to beppers |
| Street sweepers, calicoes, Columbians and them Mexicans |
| Everybody on they feet, but in the street they plexing |
| After sex from this bopper, use to fuck in 9−4 |
| Told me that nigga got a Coupe, and gave me the scoop on his hoe |
| Told me they both like it go, to the club on Friday night |
| Caught him leaving Cornbread’s, should of busted his head by the light |
| Grip my infrared tight, ready to bust teflons |
| I was itching to do him in, when he stopped by Exon |
| But that shit’ll be dumb, even know where he live |
| Stayed five cars back, and followed his ass to his crib |
| Now I’m thinking of what he did, not three years ago |
| Reached under the seat, for the calico |
| And caught him, soon as he opened his do' |
| Now there’s nowhere to go, put the barrell to his head |
| 'Fore I left they ass for dead, Noke D this what I said |
| Yeah bitch ass nigga, remember me |
| Give it up bitch |