Bricks In The Rain lyrics

[Intro: Hi-C]
(Damn)
You already know (Damn)
Triple six, n*gga, all these evil thots
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Reptilian Club Boyz
Damn

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
Bricks in the rain and we riding in the Range
Ridin' in that Range, n*ggas ridin' in the rain
Ridin' with that thing, b*tch, I'm ridin' with that thing
Ridin' with that chop and it sing like T-Pain
b*tch on my di*k, I might pass her to the gang (Damn)
Pull up to the scene, all these hoes go insane (Damn)
Watch me hit the stage, all these hoes scream my name (Damn)
f*ck her in her face then I pass her to the gang (Damn)
Ridin' in that Range, and I'm ridin' with that flame
Aim it at your brain then I let that sh*t go bang
Blood tears fall like rain, sipping drank for the pain
It's Vampire Gang, baby wanna see my fangs
When I'm on that kang, baby, we can f*ck for days
Getting all this guap, now baby said I changed (Damn)
Heart turning cold now like a ice age (f*ck)
Riding in that thing and I'm ridin' with that thing
[Interlude: Hi-C]
Riding in that Range, yeah (b*tch)
You already know, n*gga
Blood tears, n*gga, fall like f*cking rain, n*gga
You already know, n*gga
n*gga, it's Hi-C, b*tch
Evil thoughts, n*ggas, b*tch
Riding in that rain, riding in that rain
Riding in that Range, b*tch, I'm riding in that rain
Riding in that Range (b*tch, b*tch, yeah)

[Verse 2: Hi-C & Diamondsonmydi*k]
Riding in that Range, in the big body
Big body, big body (Damn)
And that b*tch giving a n*gga sloppy toppy (Damn)
Stuntin' is my hobby (What?)
Yeah, I'm feelin' godly (Yeah)
Riding in that Range (Yeah)
Girl, don't tell nobody (Nah)
I don't trust nobody (Nope)
b*tch, you know my body
b*tches suck my di*k
Give me sloppy toppy (Yeah)
Riding in that Range
While she give me toppy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, what?)
[Verse 3: Diamondsonmydi*k & Hi-C]
Diamonds on my di*k, diamonds on my b*tch (Damn)
Vampire Gang, blood in my Sunkist (Yeah, yeah, b*tch)
b*tch suck my di*k, paint her face just like Kiss (What? What? b*tch)
Pulled up, n*gga, I'ma hit 'em with that stick (Ooh, damn)
I'm with the gang, yeah
I'm with my slatt, yeah
Pulled up, Maybach
Got choppers, shoot at ya back
n*ggas know I need them racks
Pulled up and I got paper tags
Goddamn, I'ma do the dash
Pulled up with a brand new ho
And you know I got them O's
Trap it out, b*tch, I'ma trap it out
I'ma f*ck your b*tch then I kick her out my house
I'ma f*ck your spouse, damn, I'ma run it up (Run it up, yeah)
I'ma cash out
I got the juice, got all the clout
Big guap, need large amount
f*ck what you talkin' bout
Just like Cory, I'm in the house (b*tch)
And I'm takin' all your sh*t
Laughin' while I'm walking out (Damn, damn, damn)
(Yeah, goin' back in for you)
[Verse 4: Hi-C]
Bricks in the Range
Ridin' in the rain and I'm swervin' through the lanes
12 on my ass, skrrt away
Ridin' in that Range, 'boutta pick up your bae, yeah (b*tch), yeah
Cast a spell, damn, I feel like David Blaine
Cast a spell, now I'm ridin' in that Range
Riding in that Range and I'm ridin' with that flame
Money and the fame, all these hoes I attain
Damn (Yeah), riding in that Range with your b*tch (Damn)
f*ck that b*tch then hit the switch, huh
Pass her to my motherf*ckin' nig
Lavish lifestyle, this how I live
I can show you how I live just like MTV cribs
Hundred b*tches in the crib on my di*k
b*tches in the crib, mansion full of hoes
Dancing on my di*k, all these b*tches givin' throat