(Verse 1: The D.O.C.)
Big baller, of blind diggy
Black foe dipply
Quickly, run into your city like Jeepsy
I kept a half of ounce
And I'm rude to get the cash and bounce
51 mansion, I ain't stopped, see what doin' the asking
All these player haters doin' this blasting
So while these fools words be heated like fashion
I'm gon' cash-in, what, I'm workin' with a full grip
Ain't no featurin' that bullsh**, so I'll pull sh**
Out like a presidential
Sleek and stay illegal like the governmental
Fake is backache, all the time
Got my sh** lookin' bright like a shoes shine
Rub you off like ma**age when I'm on the grind
'Cause in my mind
You better get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine, fool...
(Chorus: Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or gettin' cheese in pay, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
(Verse 2: The D.O.C.)
Now I'ma drop into it right quick, G sh**
You finna get the convict, subliminal bomb sh**
Criminal, monoply, philosophy
Mean dollar properties, cheese overseas, status
Peep my macks are my apparatus
Known for my gift the Grammer
From Atlanta to Atlantis, I handle this, pound for pound
Brought you the scandalous, break it down
I'm gonna give you what you need
Full balls, big dick and straight weed
Or get wet up fool you better get up
And get yours from the D.O.P, f**in' with me
Smooth Jackson, Bro Bax and Kool Max
On criminal contacts be lovin' my platinum plaques
But that ain't who I'ma goes at
On the real, dollar bills mothaf**er, can you afford that...
(Chorus: Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or gettin' cheese in pay, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
(Break: Dr. Dre)
It's goin' on and on n***a
It's goin' on and on and on
It's goin' on and on my n***a
It's goin' on and on and on
It's goin' on and on n***a
It's goin' on and on and on
It's goin' on and on my n***a
G's goin' on and on and on
(Verse 3: Six Two)
Knick Knack Patty Wack, give the dog a bone
Now give him a chicken till my n***a is on
It don't stop, until your life get popped
And you can send them viberatin' when you dropped
Hot jam, better then the rest of them
I'm, therefore
I pack a flour when I'm on my tour
If we can make it though, n***az actin' hardcore
It ain't the coast though, n***a it's the cash flow
Order a**-holes, for sheezy best believe me
Ain't no tellin' where my G's be
Nationality, reality n***az salary or locality
Uh the grand finale, on my way back from Cali'
f**in twin b**hes, and they grins for they ends
And it's on n***a, rocks slangin' to you like the dirty cop
Clock till the world stopped, make them all dropped
My n***a Doc' empty out the whole box
I set it off, come on, come out get yours
Talkin' about your old black clothes
Caddillac doors, money from bad hoes
You know that's how Gorilla Pympin' goes
Realize that you gotta get yours
All dimes, all the time
You better get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine, fool...
(Chorus: Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or gettin' cheese in hate, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them bricks and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin'
Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
(Outro: Six Two talking)
n***a the world's on your hand
You got game, n***a learnt know how to gain