From 2007 Album: “The Brick: Bodega Chronicles”…..
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Joell Ortiz (born July 6, 1980), is a Puerto Rican-American Hip-Hop artist/producer from Brooklyn, New York.
Joell Ortiz came from the projects in Brooklyn. He turned down a promising basketball scholarship in order to stay at home with his drug addicted mother – and ended up with a promising career as a rapper. Although he became embroiled in the gang and drug culture prevalent in the area for a short time, he eventually came to the attention of Dr. Dre’s Aftermath Entertainment label and released a well regarded album, The Brick (Bodega Chonicles), in 2007. The album has afforded him the opportunity to work with some well known names in the field of hip-hop including Big Daddy Kane, Akon and Styles P.
Though signed to Aftermath, Ortiz released an album titled The Brick (Bodega Chronicles) April 24, 2007 on Koch Records. The Brick features production by Showbiz and The Alchemist, among others. Guest artists include rappers Big Daddy Kane, Styles P, Big Noyd, Akon, Immortal Technique, Grafh, and Ras Kass.
Brooklyn is in the house and Brooklyn is in the house and Just wave your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care, care
[Joell Ortiz] Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit That's where I was born and raised nigga It's 718 nigga It's a genuine borough nigga Greezy niggas man Chea, check, uh (Joell Ortiz) check
[Verse 1] So what I ask for an ace on your cigarette On the first and third I'm happy cuz all the fiends get a check So what I still go up to the roof to bone With a bird from the p's who gives ruthless dome So what I'm still chipping for a bag of weed And if that L looks skimpy I leave half the seeds So what it's the second day I wore these jeans I was chilling yesterday, they don't stink, ya'mean? So what I get a shape up when I need a cut I ain't woofing that bad, I can use these 5 bucks So what I get a beer on credit, from my corner store I be going there for years goddammit So what I lose my re-up in dicegames Tomorrow I'll be scheming to find me a nice chain So what exit dinner when I don't feel like cooking I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook] E'time you come around your face turn to a frown You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit! They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 2] So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different So what we five deep in a two door whip We gotta get where we going if you fit you fit So what I still reside in my moms crib Now fuck that, I'm rhyming to get outta there kid So what, yes I do have two baby mothers Yes they do stay two buildings away from eachother So what I only had one job in my life And that friday I got my check is the friday I took flight So what I skip lines in front of the club The niggas quiet, the bitches is always like "that's fucked up" So what my cable box in the hood is still hot And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock So what I spent a couple nights in the bookings I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook] E'time you come around your face turn to a frown You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit! They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 3] So what every now and then I hop out cabs Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass So what I cop blue Hawaiians instead of a bottle I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo So what I got my mans shirt on my back I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back So what when we 20 deep, I act up Yo best better be easy, don't get clapped up So what these ain't real rocks up in my watch When the sun hit the face this shit still looks hot So what I rob you blind if your ass ain't looking I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook X2] E'time you come around your face turn to a frown You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit! They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit! Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Classic !!!
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About time he dropped that video LOL
Yeah, that's that BK bs…still reps to this day.
Banga
This song is terrible…hook is terrible and the rhymes are lazy and just dumb ghetto shit
Nice CHAIN
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Street Classic!!! Song is hilarious.
https://youtu.be/u2p0IHXLkDg
Brooklyn is in the house and
Brooklyn is in the house and
Just wave your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care, care
[Joell Ortiz]
Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit
That's where I was born and raised nigga
It's 718 nigga
It's a genuine borough nigga
Greezy niggas man
Chea, check, uh
(Joell Ortiz) check
[Verse 1]
So what I ask for an ace on your cigarette
On the first and third I'm happy cuz all the fiends get a check
So what I still go up to the roof to bone
With a bird from the p's who gives ruthless dome
So what I'm still chipping for a bag of weed
And if that L looks skimpy I leave half the seeds
So what it's the second day I wore these jeans
I was chilling yesterday, they don't stink, ya'mean?
So what I get a shape up when I need a cut
I ain't woofing that bad, I can use these 5 bucks
So what I get a beer on credit, from my corner store
I be going there for years goddammit
So what I lose my re-up in dicegames
Tomorrow I'll be scheming to find me a nice chain
So what exit dinner when I don't feel like cooking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 2]
So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken
When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different
So what we five deep in a two door whip
We gotta get where we going if you fit you fit
So what I still reside in my moms crib
Now fuck that, I'm rhyming to get outta there kid
So what, yes I do have two baby mothers
Yes they do stay two buildings away from eachother
So what I only had one job in my life
And that friday I got my check is the friday I took flight
So what I skip lines in front of the club
The niggas quiet, the bitches is always like "that's fucked up"
So what my cable box in the hood is still hot
And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock
So what I spent a couple nights in the bookings
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
[Verse 3]
So what every now and then I hop out cabs
Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass
So what I cop blue Hawaiians instead of a bottle
I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo
So what I got my mans shirt on my back
I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back
So what when we 20 deep, I act up
Yo best better be easy, don't get clapped up
So what these ain't real rocks up in my watch
When the sun hit the face this shit still looks hot
So what I rob you blind if your ass ain't looking
I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn
[Hook X2]
E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
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Real shit