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In a hundred towels
And everyday I'm taking rappers
For their bloody scalps
And punch them in their mouth like
Derek in the cubby house first they diss

your heart

feelings covered in frost
small and basic and lost
can i embrace your love

cubby house going for cheap
door mat crying belief
can i persuade

eye?
Can you make a cubby house?
Can you squeak just like a mouse?
How many games can you play.
Play a new one every day.
How many games can you play.

build a cubby house from blankets and the couch
Sit by the window and look outside at the rain pouring down

Rain rain go away, come again another day

out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

Affordable Art

1984

to know

"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

No Big Surprise: Anthology

1994

to know

"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their

Tha Bombudd

DJ Quik

Quik Is the Name

1991

[DJ Quik]
Yo, mesa name is DJ Quik, and this is dedicated to all the bud smokas in the 
house if you like to roll up a big fat huddha and smoke it.

Whoop-Whoop

Twiztid

W.I.C.K.E.D.

2009

for all, in Twiztid we trust
In the tour bus headed for the white house lawn
I can only be the scapegoat for so long
You can clear bongs while I

focused on all of the honies
I don't need friends, so don't call me your buddy
Dealing with children, bruh stick to your cubby
My lyrics tell a different

the house
This for the gang
Beanies on so we keep it thuggin
Civilized only when we in public 
This for the gang 

We got different mothers
Those in my squad

that, where the fuck am I
Where's the way back? Finna cause a fright
Cut through the houses and they spot me, shite
Peep through the window, what befalls

the streets
Even worse in the govy
Coat in a cubby
Nine in a dresser drawer
Live for a hummy
Unsure of what we dyin for
Above the law
Buried beneath bones from

Like my home bodies a lil chubby
Had a deuce deuce
In my cubby by my
Juice juice
A and b honor roll
I wasn't slow
Just a few screws loose
In class

mean there satisfied
Cause Duke shot Blukk and left my nigga paralyzed
And after that they killed Duke in front his granny house
Then after that Blukka

Remember we used to make beats on the table
Auntie house stealin that cable
Og was baggin up next to my cradle
The Side effects kept me unstable
We

MA-LL-ON
Mary
MA-LL-ON
Mary
MA-LL-ON
Mary
MA-LL-ON
Mary

From the tree house, you can now see the silhouette
Greasy, poor, needy boy

the first time that y'all went out.
You picked a rough better house walkin' arm and arm.
You say hello to his momma. hello to his daddy.
Then you smiled

fuckin’
Around without a shadow of a doubt
I cast out more losers than the White House?
I crouch in a cubby of comfort more search?
They never find

to pro-create?

So you wanna little cubby with half my brain 
A thing to always love you with our last name 
A steady source of meaning through all the change