Redman Lyrics

Album: DOC'S DA NAME

Brick City Mashin'! Lyrics

featuring Roz Tame One Young Z Diezzel Don Gov Matic 

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out 

Introducing the international 

Worldwide Brick City 

[Roz] 

To each his own I'ma have this known from the door 

I make niggaz walk like ball four 

Y'all score game down the block for me it's hip hop 

around the clock critical I'm bound to drop (stop) 

You ain't know I'm nice girl youse a Wannabe 

like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl 

I'm untry-able, undeniable 

Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able 

R-O-Z, recognize my name 

Rap G.I. Jane rockin colorful wide frames 

Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers 

Don't play I coach and pick players 

in Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen 

Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin 

Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper 

Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper 

[Tame One] 

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda 

Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better 

I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes 

Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin planet in checkmate 

Hell with this, we takin over the spot 

I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock 

The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it 

It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it 

Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties 

I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body 

You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass 

And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass 

You got mind control over me like Devo but you ain't my friend 

Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin again 

But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you 

Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu 

Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz 

Comin straight from Da Brick City (2X) 

[Young Z] 

Yo, here I come 

Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!) 

Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends 

But it was all or outs, we dressed up as Martians 

When I, crack a brew it's nuttin else I'd rather do 

Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you 

Your style get ate like italian steak 

Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake 

Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick 

None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks 

While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers 

Fuckin women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches 

We cop sixty-three nigs 

One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix 

We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks 

While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips 

Plus your main honey loved us 

Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us 

[Gov-Matic] 

Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights 

After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight 

At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic 

Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like 

[Diezzel Don] 

D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it 

My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it 

Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant 

V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin 

Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me 

Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me 

How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need? 

I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga 

I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key 

That hustler from A.C. 

[Gov-Matic] 

I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit 

Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit 

Let my man spit that Don shit 

Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit 

It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got 

plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not 

They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone 

Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home 

And you dead gone when my squad come around 

We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown 

[Chorus]