[Verse One]
Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money
Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin

Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin
Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin
Real ^!$$%z in the hood don't start, nuttin

When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin
You eyeballin me like you movin somethin
Yo' (*##$ $#&@in you with me in the Walkman

Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer
Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up
Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh)

Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo)
My crew is Triple P, watch us do it
Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark

All my shorties skippin school watch truant
Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students


[Chorus]
Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh)
Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh)

Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh)
Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh)
To my ^!$$%z that say buck hoes (uh-huh)

Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh)
If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh)
that can't roll with ^!$$%z that's petrol (uh-huh)


[Verse Two]
^!$$%z, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing

Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming
Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin
$#&@ if you in here on V.I.P., laminates ($#&@ you)

You'll get touched too with the, cannon
Around the handle, a $#&@ you ban-danna
Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners

That's why me and your broad is on, camera [click click click]
I'm sick from a childhood head, blow
When systems was pumpin before I let, go

The head honcho fall back and pump, fo'
Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO!
Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep

Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep
Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat
Watchin !@$^os of Janet Jack-me


[Chorus x2]


[Chorus: whispered]