번역: 학년. 벽돌로 벽돌.
번역: 여덟째 학년. 벽돌로 벽돌.
brick by brick Brick by brick. Passion, deceit, honesty and greed these things that need to feed. Passion, deceit, lessen disloyalty these things that need to feed. We built it brick by
brick by brick Brick by brick. Passion, deceit, honesty and greed these things that need to feed. Passion, deceit, lessen disloyalty these things that need to feed. We built it brick
Any young black male who walks down the street Is gonna get stopped by a car full of meat but the girl with the hair flies by in her underwear She's
path, I went the wrong way Left school then got the grade, banged it out, got my pape's Stacked my P's, copped a cake, I'm holding weight now Made a brick
grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious oh well known tracks So, let's go back Follow the yellow brick
) Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick) Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick
Things that make you go, hmm I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug The door bell rang, who could it be? Thought
the Benz, hoes tell they friends that That's my daddy, daddy I was the man in kindergarten an' a pimp in first A mack in second grade, by third it was
wit' it get your ass on the floor But then right before I finish They say give me some mo' 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought
[Verse 1: Doap Nixon] I'm in the kitchen cooking up bananas Cameras on the roofs with the police scanners By any means I'm a get these papers Ride with
that the local rapperz ain't makin' the grade u know what I'm sayin'? (word) hey, what's up y'all is it true that we're not makin' the grade or is it
the drawer" She can be like a maiden from the days of yore Hangin' out at Studio 54 Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor With Lionel Richie Who, by
the drawer" She can be like a maiden from the days of yore Hanging out at Studio 54 Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor With Lionel Richie Who, by
my astigmatism Low Bro Packs and rows, Max a golden butcher Last catapult standin in a land of coke and hookers King cotton common, no problem for brick
[Verse 1] I remember back in Grade school When I was trying to date you Love tops back and forth And ooh I used to hate you My name, your name, sitting
