Hometown
From my hometown
The bricks in this bitch
From my hometown, yeah
The br, bricks in this bitch
All the bricks
You know i be's large
The bricks in this bitch
From my hometown
All the way out to Elizabeth
Brick, bricks, the bricks in this bitch
Since i came out my moms reproductive organs
I went from rags to riches
Jeepers up to Jordan's
Peddling herb to get the federal reserve
Till i'm dead in the earth
Family there in the church
I convince hustlers that i can make more figures
Soon as they trust me, i Bernie made off niggas
So i don't turn myself in, i Adolf Hitler
Even we take it with us or i'm spraying off clips'
In my hometown there's Crips and Bloods
Mad fiends OD-ing off prescription drugs
It's shoot outs, you might live to die another day
And drive the fuck away then go hide somewhere and stay
There's dudes waiting for you, to let your ho drive
To creep on the side of that 7-4-5 (bitch, get out the car) yeah
You'll get popped up and dropped in bushes
They kill you for an ounce and a box of dutches
From my hometown
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
It's in the br, br, the bricks
The br, the brick
With the br, the br, bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks (Yeah)
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
I send my niggas in jail some mail and they good
Flicks ans cash tell em the tales from the hood
Art the hustle, yeah these snitching dudes is corny
But i'm sticking to my story
Give a shit if you just saw me
Stick up make all y'all lay down and face the sky
Or you be on an episodes of a thousand ways to die
We give a steal, it's like 3 dollars a pill
Most guys, for real, still tryna work a deal
Hustlers, i fucking love them
But its four hundred a ho, i don't give fuck if you want a hundred of them
Me and my prototypes we hit gogo night
Try to fuck every ho in sight
Bitches only right
Niggas drink, think thy De La Hoya
But someone better be there to wake y'all boy up
Dudes come through hit you with the pump quick
Be on a plane to the Dominican Republic
Fucks... one five ... two days
The bricks in this bitch
From my hometown, yeah
The br, bricks in this bitch
All the bricks
You know i be's large
The bricks in this bitch
From my hometown
All the way out to Elizabeth
Brick, bricks, the bricks in this bitch
Since i came out my moms reproductive organs
I went from rags to riches
Jeepers up to Jordan's
Peddling herb to get the federal reserve
Till i'm dead in the earth
Family there in the church
I convince hustlers that i can make more figures
Soon as they trust me, i Bernie made off niggas
So i don't turn myself in, i Adolf Hitler
Even we take it with us or i'm spraying off clips'
In my hometown there's Crips and Bloods
Mad fiends OD-ing off prescription drugs
It's shoot outs, you might live to die another day
And drive the fuck away then go hide somewhere and stay
There's dudes waiting for you, to let your ho drive
To creep on the side of that 7-4-5 (bitch, get out the car) yeah
You'll get popped up and dropped in bushes
They kill you for an ounce and a box of dutches
From my hometown
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
It's in the br, br, the bricks
The br, the brick
With the br, the br, bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks (Yeah)
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
The br, the br, the bricks
The br, the bricks
I send my niggas in jail some mail and they good
Flicks ans cash tell em the tales from the hood
Art the hustle, yeah these snitching dudes is corny
But i'm sticking to my story
Give a shit if you just saw me
Stick up make all y'all lay down and face the sky
Or you be on an episodes of a thousand ways to die
We give a steal, it's like 3 dollars a pill
Most guys, for real, still tryna work a deal
Hustlers, i fucking love them
But its four hundred a ho, i don't give fuck if you want a hundred of them
Me and my prototypes we hit gogo night
Try to fuck every ho in sight
Bitches only right
Niggas drink, think thy De La Hoya
But someone better be there to wake y'all boy up
Dudes come through hit you with the pump quick
Be on a plane to the Dominican Republic
Fucks... one five ... two days
Credits
Writer(s): Marv Green, Tony Lane, Stephen Wilson
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