Lyrics:
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
didn't have to try
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge
She moved through the crowd in
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
Houses of the holy
Was an album by led zeppelin
I bought it on eight track
Not on cd
Fades out in the middle
The way an eight track's s'posed
feedback
Like a prophet, only speak facts
By myself, where my team at?
No, don't worry bout it I had to let em go
Cause it was way too crowded there's so
I remember when it seemed so easy
We dream of the life that we see on TV
The world's ruled by materialism
New cars, big house, new stereo system
I
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
to Crowded House and Devo
Talk shit all night under stars that are bright
In the morning we'll go back home
Because if we're all out here then we can't be
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't know
see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't know
It's her birthday party and I went into her bounce house
We were bouncing around, and we had no doubts
Going all around like a trampoline
Yeah we
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/
Break
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention, bitch
Uhh, yeah, come on
Uhh, uhh, make some room
Dogg House, you
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
don't work and the Moon don't glow
And your demons gather to pick your bones
By the very last house on Melancholy Road
As the headlights burn down
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
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