Lyrics:
While the bass is bumpin'
All night if your body can handle
[Chorus]
[Keith]
Chillin' at the house on the hill
You gotta say my my my like Johnny
While the bass is bumpin'
All night if your body can handle
[Chorus]
[Keith]
Chillin' at the house on the hill
You gotta say my my my like Johnny
and the millimeter
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people
Follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma'
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
of Babylon shall rise
over the hill of excitement and throughout the land there will be a great
rubbing of parts ...
(Beside him, another PROPHET with red
To perish out here in the cold
Chorus:
I'm old I'm helpless and feeble
And the days of my youth have gone by
And it's over the hill to the poor house
I
(Oh) yeah (yeah, yeah)
You know, if I had a chance to do it all over again (oh, oh)
I wouldn't change shit (oh, oh)
(DA got that dope)
I'm
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
Over hills and out of sight
In the blazing sun by day
And the hanging moon by night
And I wind up in a place
Where I never have to count
And I
swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
important
When I was reporting that I was poor
But now I'm more than
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make
Rich man grew old, owned a mansion on top of the hill
Now he's sitting at the table with his lawyer
Goin' over his will 'cause he's ill
The kids
growing duller twilight, to the hill.
There he sat down gazing on all below
There did a thousand memories roll upon him,
Unspeakable for sadness. By and by
to traitors
All everyone do is stress about money
Billionaires think that the poors' pain is funny
The winter so cold that my nose getting runny
Money ain't
don't give a shit more
Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off
This what success all about?
A bunch of niggas acting like
don't give a shit more
Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off
This what success all about?
A bunch of niggas acting like
a house on the hill
And a couple hundred mill
And a black Coupe De Ville
Pull up on some clown ****
We serving Happy Meals
(Growl)
Putting ya food
Bonfire" by Nikolai Astrup
That shines on my computer screen in 2017 in the awful July night
The house is finally quiet and still with the child asleep
that night was over
I'd seen the depths of despair
And the edge of ecstasy
In a house on a hill somewhere
There were so many in that place
I thought how
Once long ago,
in a little village that lay in the midst of high hills
and far-flung fields
there lived a poor old farmer with his two lazy sons.
Once long ago,
in a little village that lay in the midst of high hills
and far-flung fields
there lived a poor old farmer with his two lazy sons.
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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