[Courus: x2]
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
Just sayin' if u look'n 4 me... I'm in the hood.
[Verse 1: Brisco]
I be posted on the corner, twisting that good
I got that all black dickie on, I'm keepin it hood.
What it is, I'm the Opalocka goon.
Got work in the trap, and the Chevy droppin soon.
See Cash Money rubberbands e'm, bands e'm
Since I got the deal, girls say'n he so handsome.
I'm a Dade County, Yorker Boy
I earn stripes, I got soldiers that'll flop you 4 it.
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She think I love her, but I use her 4 her food stamps.
Mr. Ghetto, It's whateva, you group it, I'm shootin
And don't worry about them smokers, we keepin it movin.
And we keepin it movin.
I know Cubans that knows zo's.
If I ask for it, they send it by the boat load.
Weezy Wee, I think it's a wrap
And If you need me, you know where to find me at.
I'm in the hood.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uptown New Orleans, like always
Cash Money boy, shine like ball heads.
Big Bezel make my watch look like a hog head
And all I do is smoke trees, call me log head.
I'm butter on the bread like Parkay
And I am all about me like Doe Ray.
I'm in the hood, I'm the hood like Dope, Yay
Nappy ass hair like Buckwheat, Otay.
Hollygrove, Ether St. be my damn hood
Where you can get murdered for free like can goods.
I got 12 bar rooms under the lamb hood
I can bring Kentucky Derby to the damn hood.
Sunshine diamonds help me tan good
And I'll let it blow like a band wood.
I call Briscoe, I'm on South Beach
30 mins. later, Opalocka is where I'll be.
[Courus x2]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Like Kroger cups, watered juice, pickled eggs, and pig feet
If you got beef, you know just where to find me.
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin and them goons livin heartless.
3 rules, Get money, don't tell
And if that Welfare check come late, raise hell.
I'm a po boy, I ain't got shit
And I hope they don't tell Baby, I'm a hit me a lick.
[Lil Wayne:]
Man, I'm so Hollygrove
Stand strong in that water like a Commodor.
Black holes in yo' white tee, Dominoes
Me and Briscoe, Cash Money carnivores.
I am New Orleans like carnival
And in the hood, call me Weezy the honorable.
These other rappers so ironicle
And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the Phantom or...
[Courus x4]
Just Know Dat Lyrics – Brisco (feat. Lil Wayne & Flo-Rida)
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Baby just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
[Chorus: x2]
I've been grindin all my life and waitin for the shine if u ain't about that money then u wastin up my time and
I'm fittin to take off!
Yeahhhhhh!
Baaa back on the bloc
Lookin for the bris yea I'm back in the loc jus know dat in a peanut butter dunk when I pull up yeah I bring that funk jus know dat jus know dat bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh fly to the T my ice don't shine baby girl it ski yes I'm me weed in the grass call him roid he a pain in the ass don't even ask jus know dat these other niggas slow I'm go fast let's go fast do u wanna roll in rover with a pocket full of doe with a hood rat roll with em
[Chorus x2]
Yeah I'm a dread head baby pop be weezy come through blazin leave u steamin shitin on ladies shitin on kids pull up on the block and jus be shittin at him old car new rims bad bitch lookin like who dat is? bitch that's me jus know dat and I like my flag red and my? throw back I live on the beach and your bitch know dat on the way to opa loca bringin brisco back but flo rida called on my t mo black... berry and I told em where we at bout to hit in fact and diamonds in fact flo rida hard as a 6 ack no homo shit cause matter of fact I ain't got 6 I got 4 but she said she can work with dat bratttttt!
[Chorus x2]
Jus know dat jus know this I'm grindin I'm focused I'm stuntin I'm shinin my buisness they mindin jus know dat jus know dat dey rookies I'm throwback got money on my mind let's get it jus know dat if u pay I'm with it
Jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat yea I'm a bald head baby call him kojak and buckwheat weezy boy believe dat
[x2]
[Chorus x2]
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Baby just know that
Just know that
Just know that
Just know that
[Chorus: x2]
I've been grindin all my life and waitin for the shine if u ain't about that money then u wastin up my time and
I'm fittin to take off!
Yeahhhhhh!
Baaa back on the bloc
Lookin for the bris yea I'm back in the loc jus know dat in a peanut butter dunk when I pull up yeah I bring that funk jus know dat jus know dat bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh fly to the T my ice don't shine baby girl it ski yes I'm me weed in the grass call him roid he a pain in the ass don't even ask jus know dat these other niggas slow I'm go fast let's go fast do u wanna roll in rover with a pocket full of doe with a hood rat roll with em
[Chorus x2]
Yeah I'm a dread head baby pop be weezy come through blazin leave u steamin shitin on ladies shitin on kids pull up on the block and jus be shittin at him old car new rims bad bitch lookin like who dat is? bitch that's me jus know dat and I like my flag red and my? throw back I live on the beach and your bitch know dat on the way to opa loca bringin brisco back but flo rida called on my t mo black... berry and I told em where we at bout to hit in fact and diamonds in fact flo rida hard as a 6 ack no homo shit cause matter of fact I ain't got 6 I got 4 but she said she can work with dat bratttttt!
[Chorus x2]
Jus know dat jus know this I'm grindin I'm focused I'm stuntin I'm shinin my buisness they mindin jus know dat jus know dat dey rookies I'm throwback got money on my mind let's get it jus know dat if u pay I'm with it
Jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat jus know dat yea I'm a bald head baby call him kojak and buckwheat weezy boy believe dat
[x2]
[Chorus x2]
On The Wall Lyrics – Brisco (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
[repeated]
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Yeah I be that nigga brisco
When I come through they know I'm known to ball
She sippin' Nuvo while I'm puffing got them on the wall
Got the spliff [?]
Hands on the handle bars
Hop in with the top back now I'm in the lane, bowling ball
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I do her all up on the wall
Shawty done forgot her draws
Check the bathroom and bye bye I'm a beat her in the stall
Everybody on the wall
And we on that alcohol
Sh-t can happen, clap clappin' round of applause
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
I'm under her arrest my hands completely cuffed
She always in control,
I know she like it rough
Never let her fuss [?]
Never try to call her phone
Just hit her with a text to let her know it's on
Throw her all up on the wall
Now I'm up on her fanny
She probably South Beach
Fountain blue Miami
I know she want get it
And I'm so quick to get it
I always pull her hair
And ask her how it feel
Uhh, Brisco
[Chorus]
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
I wanna get it so I do her all up the wall
[repeated]
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Yeah I be that nigga brisco
When I come through they know I'm known to ball
She sippin' Nuvo while I'm puffing got them on the wall
Got the spliff [?]
Hands on the handle bars
Hop in with the top back now I'm in the lane, bowling ball
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I do her all up on the wall
Shawty done forgot her draws
Check the bathroom and bye bye I'm a beat her in the stall
Everybody on the wall
And we on that alcohol
Sh-t can happen, clap clappin' round of applause
Ha, I might be going about one hundred miles
Sippin' on that Henny in the 'ghini I be going hard
She like don't leave me papa
I'm not a G but I'm here you ever need me need me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Brisco]
I'm under her arrest my hands completely cuffed
She always in control,
I know she like it rough
Never let her fuss [?]
Never try to call her phone
Just hit her with a text to let her know it's on
Throw her all up on the wall
Now I'm up on her fanny
She probably South Beach
Fountain blue Miami
I know she want get it
And I'm so quick to get it
I always pull her hair
And ask her how it feel
Uhh, Brisco
[Chorus]
Opa Locka Goon Lyrics – Brisco
{1, 2, 3}
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5 [2x]
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
Opa-Locka goons. I'm hanging out in Chevy Cool.
Real fun to walk through, but we don't hang around the groups.
Smoking in the hood.
I got that work out in Bunche Park. Respected everywhere.
Smoking on that asshole. Rip rily. Cash flow.
Niggas know that Brisco be stunting all you assholes.
On 22nd Avenue. Bring some action from the bag.
Always packed my tools in case some gun fight go down and I ain't gonna lose.
From Shakers to Homestyle.
From Hometyle to Bitch City.
Two minutes from Cash City.
Super yellow bitches take you back to the block with me.
I'm a block nigga so you know the block niggas feel me.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
State Route 9 back just past the Golden Glades. Make a right on 21.
Grab the bitch on fire. Stuff it in my Tiki Sock.
Cocaine, marijuana. I can't hate. Nigga smoke how ya wanna.
Ya better ride... Why? you in the Opa-Locka chop zone.
Time to get a choppin on, just came in the block alone.
This Arabian nights. Call me when the cops gone....
And drug dealers. Ex-con extortionists, low-life thugs, yeah.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
The city of the crooked mayors, flunkin all the taxpayers.
Sex, murder, and drugs, that's just the Opa-Locka way.
Be careful who you visit just in case you catch a stray.
This is where I come from... food stamp... excecute... young nigga throwin shit.
... Just remember what the hook said.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5 [2x]
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
Opa-Locka goons. I'm hanging out in Chevy Cool.
Real fun to walk through, but we don't hang around the groups.
Smoking in the hood.
I got that work out in Bunche Park. Respected everywhere.
Smoking on that asshole. Rip rily. Cash flow.
Niggas know that Brisco be stunting all you assholes.
On 22nd Avenue. Bring some action from the bag.
Always packed my tools in case some gun fight go down and I ain't gonna lose.
From Shakers to Homestyle.
From Hometyle to Bitch City.
Two minutes from Cash City.
Super yellow bitches take you back to the block with me.
I'm a block nigga so you know the block niggas feel me.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
State Route 9 back just past the Golden Glades. Make a right on 21.
Grab the bitch on fire. Stuff it in my Tiki Sock.
Cocaine, marijuana. I can't hate. Nigga smoke how ya wanna.
Ya better ride... Why? you in the Opa-Locka chop zone.
Time to get a choppin on, just came in the block alone.
This Arabian nights. Call me when the cops gone....
And drug dealers. Ex-con extortionists, low-life thugs, yeah.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
The city of the crooked mayors, flunkin all the taxpayers.
Sex, murder, and drugs, that's just the Opa-Locka way.
Be careful who you visit just in case you catch a stray.
This is where I come from... food stamp... excecute... young nigga throwin shit.
... Just remember what the hook said.
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that... Opa-Locka revolve around that
It's my city in my city you gotta tote fire.
Opa-Locka revolve around that big 4-5
Slidin' Lyrics – Brisco
[Intro: Brisco]
Let's do it
Mr. Beatz, what it iiiiz
Brisco
Yeah (come on)
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Scared money just don't make none
Snatch me a bitch outta "Take One"
First quarter, lil mama suckin me
Bag of weed after I bust a skeet
Tell your boyfriend I don't talk or rap
I wake up, get dressed, and go check the trap (yeah)
We good, we straight, get money, don't hate
My Chevy so hard, my paint so bright
My motor big and my rims fit just right
I'm Slidiiiinnn (I'm slidin), you vibiiiiin (you vibin)
Guess not...
Pussy nigga get from round my car
Pussy nigga you don't buy out no bar
Pussy nigga you ain't no star
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah, Brisco)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 2: Brisco]
It ain't our song, I could pimp a bitch
And after I fuck, my dawg'll hit
I'm slidin, he slidin, I'm vibin, so he vibin
And when he watch out, I'll serve the sack
And whenever I drive, he'll hold the map (yeah)
Me and dat nigga been down since git's
And about my dawg, I don't play dat shit
I lost my dawg [?]
Fred, I miss you kid
Keenan, I live through you
And I rep, the lord knows I do
I had to make the motha fuckas feel me
And all I did was keep it real B
And a bitch don't care
And I don't blame 'em
And I don't see 'em, I'm protected by angels.
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Crown Vic won't start so I rented me a Charger
Ridin low key so the crackas don't spot us and stop us
And we slidin on these bitch niggas
The word out, chopper in the trunk'll go get 'em
Under water code C.O.D.
I put them headers on my SRT
Stash box holds a port top key
And a lil bit of weed
I'm slidiiin on a badd bitch
Low key, nothin extravagant
Maybe, a lil average
Just incase I gotta grab a bitch (ha)
I'm a good guy, but I switched
And I clicked
And they be like, "Oh shit! That's Bris'!"
And that's it
Yeah nigga...
[Hook x2: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (haha)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (yeah)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (brisco)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (low low)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[x2]
Let's do it
Mr. Beatz, what it iiiiz
Brisco
Yeah (come on)
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Scared money just don't make none
Snatch me a bitch outta "Take One"
First quarter, lil mama suckin me
Bag of weed after I bust a skeet
Tell your boyfriend I don't talk or rap
I wake up, get dressed, and go check the trap (yeah)
We good, we straight, get money, don't hate
My Chevy so hard, my paint so bright
My motor big and my rims fit just right
I'm Slidiiiinnn (I'm slidin), you vibiiiiin (you vibin)
Guess not...
Pussy nigga get from round my car
Pussy nigga you don't buy out no bar
Pussy nigga you ain't no star
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah, Brisco)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 2: Brisco]
It ain't our song, I could pimp a bitch
And after I fuck, my dawg'll hit
I'm slidin, he slidin, I'm vibin, so he vibin
And when he watch out, I'll serve the sack
And whenever I drive, he'll hold the map (yeah)
Me and dat nigga been down since git's
And about my dawg, I don't play dat shit
I lost my dawg [?]
Fred, I miss you kid
Keenan, I live through you
And I rep, the lord knows I do
I had to make the motha fuckas feel me
And all I did was keep it real B
And a bitch don't care
And I don't blame 'em
And I don't see 'em, I'm protected by angels.
[Hook: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[Verse 3: Brisco]
Crown Vic won't start so I rented me a Charger
Ridin low key so the crackas don't spot us and stop us
And we slidin on these bitch niggas
The word out, chopper in the trunk'll go get 'em
Under water code C.O.D.
I put them headers on my SRT
Stash box holds a port top key
And a lil bit of weed
I'm slidiiin on a badd bitch
Low key, nothin extravagant
Maybe, a lil average
Just incase I gotta grab a bitch (ha)
I'm a good guy, but I switched
And I clicked
And they be like, "Oh shit! That's Bris'!"
And that's it
Yeah nigga...
[Hook x2: Brisco + Singer]
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (haha)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (yeah)
I'm slidiiiin (I'm slidin) (brisco)
You slidiiiin (you slidin) (Yeah Yeah)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (low low)
I'm ridin low keeeeyy (low key) (yeah)
Yup, nigga I'm slidiiiin
[x2]
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