BLOWDYSSEUS Lyrics by Westside Gunn
We on the ninety-third floor
My first brick felt like my birthday (Brick felt like my birthday)
You never seen a bird in a Mercedes (You never seen a brick in a, uh)
Two R’s stitched in the headrest (Headrest)
Turn the phones off ’til the feds left (Michelle records, Michelle records)
Don’t call me
I heard they listening, don’t call me (Hahahaha)
Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me (Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me)
I heard they listening, don’t call me (I heard they listening, don’t call me)
Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me (Hahaha, woo)
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans, nigga (Ha)
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans, nigga (Woo)
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans, nigga (Ha)
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans, nigga (Woo)
Ayo, my Louis look like Vans
Ayo, packin’ up with mathematicians , old man let me sniff it (Ah)
Bricks of ‘caine we sell in Dallas, broker prices superstitious (Ah)
Hit it once, he lost his senses, jumped up, body twitchin’ (Woo)
Now I got ’em lined down the block, my old aunty itchin’ (Woo)
Gave out four samples, one’s off the shit, three livid
I’m Dr. Sebi with twenty chains on, I gotta keep healin’ (I gotta keep healin’)
Hublot Tutti Frutti, protect green Uzi (Brrt)
[?] hang on my dick, I had my bitch shoot him
My stomach growled like a Trackhawk, had me pissed off (Hahaha)
Prayin’ God send a spaceship, help me lift off (I swear)
Instead he sent my cousin, gave me twenty grams of Biscoff (Hahaha, God)
I turned the Biggie double-disc off and went wrist God (Woo)
It’s a long treadmill run tryna get one (It is)
Couple niggas raised the incline, got tripped up (Haha, they did)
Left with a baby face, came home zipped up (Hahahaha)
I heard the same album as y’all, did I miss somethin’? (The fuck did I miss?)
Got me on the tapped phone, talkin’ pigeons to the plug (Haha, for real)
All in Mike Tyson lisp talk, I been smart (Hahahaha)
Screws come out the door panel, then they twist off (Then they twist off)
Then the bricks fall (Woo), damn, I missed y’all (Go)
My first brick felt like my birthday (Brick felt like my birthday)
You never seen a bird in a Mercedes (You never seen a brick in a, uh)
Two R’s stitched in the headrest (Headrest)
Turn the phones off ’til the feds left (Turn the phones off ’til the feds left)
Don’t call me
I heard they listening, don’t call me (Hahahaha)
Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me (Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me)
I heard they listening, don’t call me (I heard they listening, don’t call me)
Them niggas ’round you pussy, don’t call me (Hahaha, woo)
Buffalo, Rochester and Syracuse, you will get your boots smoked playin’ out there with them boys
They don’t give a fuck, they, they-they, they, they, th-th— they ain’t got much and niggas is doin’ the same thing we doin’ or even more
It’s dope fiends everywhere, niggas is still sellin’ crack like the ’80s out that shit, shit wicked out there
You know I’m sayin’? Like, Buffalo is real wild
I’ll tell you a story like, one time I went out there to do a show with 40 Cal
40 Cal was performing in Buffalo
As I’m performing on the stage, nigga flashed a gun on me, so that’s when I knew Buffalo was wild
In the club, nigga pulled his gun out and start flashin’ his gun while I was on stage, so
Man, not to get into nothin’ no deep, but shit almost went down out there for homeboy, so
But that’s how I got really familiar with Buffalo
Buffalo is different
A hunnid niggas on one block, every other block, niggas is gripped up
Buffalo is no place to play with, one of the most dangerous cities in America
