Lyrics:
down the rainforest! Okay this
Is a song I wrote
Mark: That guy has a science
Fair project up his ass
Tom: Uh what? Heads up seven up?
Everyone close
Refugee camp
Turn me up; give me some more
Tom Jones, you're ready, baby
Yeah, that's it; let go
[Chorus]
One, two--Tom's coming for you
you talking all this shit, i pull up draco double clip
Is it ownership or membership, star control no mothership
Davy Jones
Davy Jones
I got hoes
I'm
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
Refugee camp
Turn me up give me some more
Tom Jones your ready baby
Yeah that's it
Let go
[Chorus:]
One, two toms coming for you
Three, four
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard phantom car it grey poupon
I can make it pacman jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (ooh la la)
I, mother of my house
Vow to keep my f-ing mouth to myself
You make me smile, I vow to love thy hater
I
got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
I'm a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom
The house negro, to keep
got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight!
Yo yo
(All these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out, yo yo
I'm
It's a lil' whore house you hear me
If you comin' to the whore house know we with this shit
Yeah look
She wanna slide to the whore house
We can get
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight
But I want y'all to know one thing-this is.... My House
And when I say who's house, y'all
me in this world, I'm so alone
Yes, I love you and I need you, Mr. Jones
I'm in trouble, come and get me, Mr. Jones.
He grew up and got in trouble
he's always well prepared
He's the most peculiar man you'll ever meet
You know he's not the king of bedside manor
He's not the Tom Jones that lives
Ain't no trauma units, we all traumatized
Tryna get on your feet, playing the hand they dealt ya
If your house is not a home let this song be your
out the house
Put in work under the radar
But I know they see me now
Tired of living in the gutter
Now I'm cleaning that bitch out
Feeling like I'm Tom
but baby, move in with me
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play
I want to relax a while
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
buzz, lovin' me
Physically and mentally, I knew that it was never meant to be
I know you know this girl by the name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess,
disrespectful
I'll walk in Kanye house and
Tell a Yo Mama joke
Fourth grader, hittin' the blunt
Watch how this 9'll smoke
Stomp him in some Adidas and now he
forget now
Hear the sound of heartbreak loud
Healing by each frequency
Screw yourself and then screw me
The house
The house
The house is burning
I just
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
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