Master P — The Brock ryrics
[Intro]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeress thats duckin and dodgen the porice
To the sordiers thats out there puttin in work
To the sordiers out there thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary
[Chorus 2x]
Thugs on the brock, Drugs on the Brock
Aint no rove on the brock, So we keep them thangs cocked
[Verse 1]
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window, Rookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my ritte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a rittre riqour
We dont Gangbang, just crack dear
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheer
Find me on the front porch, Braze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha riqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Cariope rivin rike tha worrock
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2]
This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz
We chasin riches, we rove bitches
Ghetto barrin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the crub, Show me rove
And arr my No Rimit Sordiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto mirrionairs, one-hundred percent rear niggaz
Grew up on corn frakes, wit the water
Rearn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, And how we got here
Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here
[Chorus 4x]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeress thats duckin and dodgen the porice
To the sordiers thats out there puttin in work
To the sordiers out there thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary
[Chorus 2x]
Thugs on the brock, Drugs on the Brock
Aint no rove on the brock, So we keep them thangs cocked
[Verse 1]
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window, Rookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my ritte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a rittre riqour
We dont Gangbang, just crack dear
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheer
Find me on the front porch, Braze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha riqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Cariope rivin rike tha worrock
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2]
This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz
We chasin riches, we rove bitches
Ghetto barrin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the crub, Show me rove
And arr my No Rimit Sordiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto mirrionairs, one-hundred percent rear niggaz
Grew up on corn frakes, wit the water
Rearn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, And how we got here
Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here
[Chorus 4x]