Bricks Ounces Deuces lyrics
by OJ da Juiceman
[Hook : OJ Da Juiceman] (x2)
Bricks ounces deuces, my traffic goin stupid
Should hit a n*gga phone if you looking for dem cookies
Bricks ounces, dueces, right hand stupid. Swing my front door and its bricks ounces dueces
[Verse 1 : OJ Da Juiceman]
I dropped a 62, and it did numbers
Chef seasoned salad pockets on cuc*mber
Lookin for dem chickens then hit a n*gga number
First degree murder if that pus*y wasn't workin
Ima keep it 100 got more chickens than churchs
But only serve a few coz this pus*y n*gga workin
Standin on the stove smokin big blunts of purple
Pyrex vision made my cookies into a circle
Knocks on my tail so i had to tighten my circle
Cut a couple n*ggas coz them n*ggas sweet like suckas
But im boulder crest, with some sun valley muscle, and i work too hard to get played by a busta!
[Hook : OJ Da Juiceman] (x2)
[Verse 2 : OJ Da Juiceman]
36, all is lips, it came to lip but it ran so quick
Trap needle, man my money so long
Glass house, glass house so hit a n*gga phone
Trap doin numbers man my house is goin ham
Get the coupe watch, give the J a whole gram
Known in the hood as the f*ckin brick man
Gingerbread, gingerbread, yay white tan
Distribute that glass and the whole chick ran
Millionare mouthpeice, Trillionare hand
Splash that warm water watch that b*tch do grams
I dont do no whip, im the straight drop man
Workin 6 cell phones and im off in these things
Bricks, ounces, deuces of pure cocain
Workin 6 cell phones and im off in these things
Bricks, ounces, deuces of pure cocain
[Hook : OJ Da Juiceman] (x2)