We Don’t No How 2 Act

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We Don’t No How 2 Act

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[Redman] Bricks... yo, yo A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da, da, da) Yo, Doc and Killer Bees swarm, grabbin' my groin Walk in the bar, people scream like I'm Norm (Wassssup!) Walkin' my dogs, that shit on your lawn I'll fertlize a whole farm when it thunderstorms I carry weight, 38's in the waist Battling me is like thirty 8's in Kuwait We need that heavy ammo for the mammal On your channels Running with broke shackles 'round their ankles You're four but – I'll fist fight a slut That'll leave her mouth red like pistachio nuts You lift the Band-Aid, you see Red in the cut Any bitch in my whip, she came here to FUCK Dog, it's no love when I enter the club It's like 'Blade', blood out your sprinklers I broke loose, full battery pack, Absolute So action can't be closed-captioned HERE WE GO AGAIN! [Hook] We in the club We don't know how to act, and uh We in the hood We don't know how to act, and uh We all whites We don't know how to act, and uh We on the mic, nigga! We don't know how to act, and uh Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick, Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick, Brick City! It ain't where you from, it's about where you at Put your shit away, you could get stomped for that Yo, you want that hardcore? Then ask for Doc! Only class I passed was blunts and acid wash Call me the powder inside the plastic box C-4, the for-eigner until I deport It's war, two guns or call it quits All my gun talk, will start with an argument Here's a FUCK YOU to my BITCH nosey friends Shootin' guards, same position Kobe in My mascot broke out the padlocks just in order To clothes hang bicycle men and skateboarders 'Cause you don't give a fuck, we just like ya My middle fingers up, like thumbs on hitch hikers When the Bricks holla, if you want it? COME GET IT! Don't want your fam dead and tied? DON'T SWEAT IT! It's Red, I'm throwin' lead off a moped At high-noon, cowboy style Walkin' with bow legs I'll be throwing eggs, mystery night Before it ends, I'll blow four in them HERE WE GO AGAIN! [Hook] We in the club We don't know how to act, nigga (and uh) We in the hood We don't know how to act, nigga (and uh) We in the whip And we don't know how to act, and uh Ya'll startin' shit Cause we don't know how to act, and uh Brick City! Brick City! (Come On) Brick City! Brick City! (Come On) Brick, Brick City! Brick City! (Come On) Brick City! Brick, Brick City! It ain't where you from, it's about where you at Put your shit away, you could get stomped for that Come on Come oooooooonnnnnnnnn... on... on

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