[Verse 1: Six-2]

Big baller, on fly diggy, black four fifty

Quickly run into your city like a gypsy

I kept a half an ounce of buddah to get the cash and bounce

51 mashin, I ain't stopped to see who doin' the askin'

All these player haters doin' this blastin'

So while these fools' world's be heated like passion

I'm gon' cash in, what? - I'm workin' with the full grip

Ain't no future in that bullshit

So I pull shit, off like a presidential

Snake, stay illegal like the governmental

Fake. Its Phat Cat all the time

Got my shit lookin' bright like a shoe shine

Rub you off like a massage when I'm on the grind

Cause in my mind, you better get yours, cause I'mma get mine. fool

[Hook: Dr. Dre]

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While we be cheifin hay all day, Gorilla Pimpin'

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While we be gettin' paid, all day Gorilla Pympin'

[Verse 2: Six-2]

Now I'mma drop a jewel right quick, G shit

You finna get the convict, subliminal bomb shit

Criminal, monoply, philosophy

Million dollar properties, G's overseas, status

Peep my mackish apparatus

Known for my gift to grammar from Atlanta to Atlantis

I handles this, pound for pound, Roy Jones scandalous

Break 'em down, I'm gonna give you what you need

Full bars, big dick and straight weed

Or get wet up, fool, you better get up

And get yours from the T.O.P. fuckin' with me

Smooth Jacks and Broke Backs and Kool Max

Some criminal contacts, be lovin' my platinum plaques

But that ain't where my goals at

On the real, dollar bills mothafucker

Can you fold that?

[Hook: Dr. Dre]

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While we cheifin hay all day, Gorilla Pimpin'

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While we gettin' paid, all day Gorilla Pympin'

[Break: Dr. Dre]

It's goin' on and on, nigga

It's goin' on and on and on

It's goin' on and on, my nigg

It's goin' on and on and on

It's goin' on and on, nigga

It's goin' on and on and on

It's goin' on and on, my nigg

G's up, goin' on and on and on

[Verse 3: Six2]

Knick Knack Patty Whack, give the dog a bone

No give him a check 'tell my nigga it's on

It don't stop, until your life get popped

And you can sell them 5 million when you drop. I jam better than the rest of them

I am, therefore, I pack the floor when I'm on tour

We can make it, though, nigga's actin' hardcore

It ain't the cost though, nigga it's the cash flow

Or the ass-holes, for sheezy, best believe me

Ain't no tellin' where my G's be

Nationality, reality, nigga's salary or locality

Ugh, the Grand Finale, on my way back from Cali'

Fuckin' twin bitches and their friends for their ends

And it's on nigga

Rock, slang it to you like the dirty cop

Clock 'til the world stop, make them all drop

My nigga Doc empty out the whole box

I set it off, come one, come all get yours

Talkin' about your all black clothes

Cadillac doors, money from fat hoes

You know that's how Gorilla Pimpin' goes

Realize that you gotta get yours

All dimes, all the time, better get yours

Cause I'mma get mine, fool

[Hook: Dr. Dre]

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While chiefin hay all day, Gorilla Pimpin'

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

While we be gettin' paid, all day Gorilla Pympin'

[Outro: Six2]

304's on your back

Got game, and they dont know how to act