Hell Rell
Hell Rell - Cooked Up Bricks songtekst
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Yeah, uh, 17-shot Kid, Ruger Dipset, Weeks block, yeah When Jay put Prodigy on that Summer Jam screen I was outta town makin' dope fiends lean When the F.B.I. took Lil' Kim to jail I was servin' coke to niggaz, right off the scale I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip I wake up in the morning Kiss my daughter, grab my heater I roll a big blunt and jump in the big Beamer I'm tired of being broke my nigga, follow the leader It's either rap or tell my story to Don Diva How they ran up in the crib and caught me with 50 birds My shooters'll blow his head off soon as I get a word Y'all pussy, my young boy punched you in your face He woulda robbed you but you ain't got no jewelry to take You might know some real gangstas but you ain't real right Run up on you, show you how these hollow tips feel like I got a bad light-skinned bitch that smother the dick She know I ride the 5 but her little brother a Crip He respect that B, so I respect that C 1000 grams on the table, nigga respect that key The price of cigarettes went up, I'll get you shot for a loosie G'd up head to toe, like I model for Gucci Yeah, sometimes I lose my mind and just blank out Piss in a cup, tell your girl, it's the new drink out I'm wit' the homies, creepin' through the hood Wit' a Aston Martin parked on chrome with no hood Y'all niggaz tryna start up a fire with no wood And the dope fiends saying my dope is so good But I said, "On a scale of 1 to 10, what you give it" He said "8 to 10, Hell Rell, that shit terrific" When the Lox was tryna get out they Bad Boy deal I was in Connecticut with dope, tryna make a half a mil When Paul Wall first started sellin' rapper's grills I was uptown with Mexicans tryna make a mil Got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip Ruger