Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon' do? Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double-S vest nigga, wreck the discotheque Sit back relax, while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man back and be like, "Did you see that?" Yes, coming from the North, South, East, West Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess We bless, mics, three times a day Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels Strictly laughing at MC's, lyrics for years that run more Than ten deep, niggaz be like, "Ahh, he changed his style up" Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it, peep that back-in-the-day shit When that other Squad was Hit-tin Listen, must we forget, I originated All that wild shit, that rah raow shit That jump up and ready to fuck shit up, now shit Brick City, is where we get down kid Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Say how yeah? Got some fly shit on deck Say how yeah? Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Say how yeah? [Incomprehensible] Say how yeah? [Incomprehensible] © ERICK SERMON ENTERPRISES INC; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com