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Lyrics:
[Intro-Yo Gotti]
It's ya boy yo gotti
Chea
Gucci mane the flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat nigga
And its a street nigga holiday
My Nigga D.J Holiday
Chea
[Chorus-Gucci Mane}
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks
[Verse 1-Gucci mane]
So icy c.e.o, I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm puttin' v.v.s jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, Sike!
The pack in and I'm workin'
Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, Same color my hummer
Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
It's winter all year cuz the birds fly under
95' Air Max cuz I'm a dope runna'
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper I'ts
[Chorus-Gucci Mane}
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks
[Verse 2-Young Ralph]
I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve
That's 16 bars, Same price for a bird
What you need a bird?
Or A Couple Pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, You know my side of town
So many bricks i can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, When ya come in my department
Yes I break em' down
And I sell em' whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house
And a trap car
100,00 off a cap, That's a trap star
All this smoke got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious
[Chorus-Gucci Mane}
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks
[Verse 3-Yo Gotti]
Tony Montana, All I have in this world
Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, Shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, Tell him he got took
Know what that mean? The shit free
That mean none for him, And more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta bitch
Don't trust me dog, This that North Memphis shit
Old school, New Porsche
Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks
A.k.a my best friend
28 inch rims call em' grown men
Dope stepped on, Call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, And nigga that's my brick house
[Chorus-Gucci Mane}
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks
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The Arctic Monkeys performing Old Yellow Bricks, a track from their sophomore album Favorite Worst Nightmare live at Glastonbury on the 22nd of June 2007.
Lyrics
Old yellow bricks,
Love's a risk,
Quite the little Escapoligist
Looked so miffed,
When you wished,
For a thousand places better than this,
You are the fugitive,
But you dont know what you're runnin from,
You cant kid us,
And you couldnt trick anyone,
Houdini, love you dont know what you're runnin away from,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
She wasnt raised by the way,
That the emperor put traps in the cage,
And the days she being dull,
Lead to nights readin beer bottles,
You're such a fugitive,
But you dont know what you're runnin from,
You cant kid us,
And you couldnt trick anyone,
Houdini, love you dont know what you're runnin away from,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?
You're at a loss,
Just because,
It wasnt all that you thought it was,
You are a fugitive but you dont know what you're runnin away from,
She said I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up,
And revel in nostalgia,
I know I said he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up but,
Dorothy was right though
Excerpts from René Viénet's 1973 film "Can Dialectics Break Bricks?"
"Imagine a kung fu flick in which the martial artists spout Situationist aphorisms about conquering alienation while decadent bureaucrats ply the ironies of a stalled revolution. This is what you'll encounter in René Viénet's outrageous refashioning of a Chinese fisticuff film. An influential Situationist, Viénet stripped the soundtrack from a run-of-the-mill Hong Kong export and lathered on his own devastating dialogue. . . . A brilliant, acerbic and riotous critique of the failure of socialism in which the martial artists counter ideological blows with theoretical thrusts from Debord, Reich and others. . . . Viénet's target is also the mechanism of cinema and how it serves ideology."
This is Noel Murphys version of a very funny song written by Pat Cooksey and first sung in the Dyer's Arms, in Coventry England. It's real name is 'The Sick Note', and came from an original joke from Gerard Hoffnung back in the 1950s. I has been released by many artists and under many titles including: WHY PADDY'S NOT AT WORK TODAY
THE BRICKLAYERS SONG
DEAR BOSS
PADDY AND THE BARRELL
MURPHY AND THE BRICKS
The above song under all alternative titles has always been and remains the sole copyright of the original writer, PAT COOKSEY.
This version is posted on YouTube with the kind permission of Pat Cooksey.
If you would like to see the lyrics or to learn more about it, then you may visit Pat Cookseys website at:
http://www.patcooksey.com/lyric_the_sick_note.html
