Lyrics:
on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes
on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes
on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes
accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.
There's no controlling
no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy - and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Would
as fashions were then
He got that fig-leaf suit - for which Amen
So if it's decided - I'm wearing the pants
Then Eve, I'd say we've - got romance
I like
Whatever you happen to be;
A beagle,
A grunion,
A fig or an ape,
As long as you're you,
I'll still love ya.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing
eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing
guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
Amid his figs and wine,
He cried, "O loving friends of mine,
Pleasures come, but not to stay,
Even this
accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.
There's no controlling
it's like two figs
Swoll to the fullest,
In my heart to my vein, pump nickel plated bullets
And this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),
'cause
realize
That this could be the start of something big
You're lunching at Twenty-One and
Watchin' your diet
Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig
When
on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes
of style, nigga
Five years I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I've been divin' in different hoes, nigga
his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing
accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.
There's no controlling
blade controls your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine,
You flatten out-a da fig.
You squeeza dis, you eat-a dat,
You act-a like a pig!
So please no squeeza da banana!
If you squeeza, Officer, please,
ah!
Come on-a my house, my house come on
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
Figs and dates
You flatten out-a da fig.
You squeeza dis, you eat-a dat,
You act-a like a pig!
So please no squeeza da banana!
If you squeeza, Officer, please,
all out of Eden,
Wearing designer fig leaves by Louis Vuitton
Make-believing
But God sees through my foolish pride,
And how I'm weak like Adam, another
eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Or would you like to swing
ah
Come on-a my house, my house come on
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
Figs and dates
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