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no plug - let's get it lyrics

[intro: no plug]
young n-gga, young n-gga
this that dope boy sh-t n-gga, straight out the f-ckin’ pot n-gga
i got residue on my motherf-ckin’ ap right now n-gga
that motherf-ckin’ dope splash n-gga, pyrex, yeah

[chorus: no plug]
i can show you how to cook it, i can show you how to whip it
i can show you how to get it, n-gga let’s get it
i can show you how to cook it, i can show you how to whip it
i can show you how to get it, n-gga let’s get it

[verse 1: no plug]
i did numbers with the midget
but when i started sellin’ blow i made a whole ticket
i’m flyin’ b-tches out of town, n-gga just to hit it
i treat a b-tch like a lost man and i forget it
i’ma make them bricks fly high like a frisbee
and if it got them fishscales in it, n-gga it’s crispy
i got that crispy crunchy chicken, n-gga f-ck a prison
my lawyer told me stop sellin’ dope but i don’t listen
my daddy fifty years old, he still in the kitchen
my mama found my bricks in her house and she was b-tchin’
i can’t have no bricks in my house mama, they blitzin’
and now she know why every day i gotta make a visit

[verse 2: marlo]
let’s get it
and i break them bricks in the kitchen, got judo cookin’
them bricks in the kitchen, baby they gon’ remix and i done ran up a million
let’s get it
you know two stay runnin’ up the broccoli
ever since got plot i made the block hot
got a bag comin’ in, got a bag goin’ out, out
these n-ggas still hangin’ with the opps so f-ck y’all n-ggas still hangin’ with the opps
i was sittin’ on the block, still servin’ the rocks
i didn’t run from the cops, still dumpin’ at the cops, dog
when the h-llcat when it speed past like a ground hog
and it’s f-ck you n-ggas, we was goin’ down by law
and i just bought an old school camaro
and that b-tch clean like jessie james
if a n-gga try me, i blow his brains
got thirty rounds in that tec mane
still servin’ bricks out a honda coupe
n-gga causin’ sh-t we’ll turn lanes
still got a bankroll in all pockets
n-gga fresh as f-ck but this a dirty game, yeah

[verse 3: no plug]
i’m mister ice cream man, i got them bricks on me
i got that ghetto d like master p
in ninth ward it’s thirty a key
a n-gga try me, rest in peace
i’ma break the brick like my last lease
and i’ma chop that brick like i know karate
i got two bricks, b-tch that’s siamese
and my diamonds real clear, no visine
you want a brick, i have ’em to you in the morning

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