Lyrics:
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
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
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
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
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
energy we be putting into or
We gon' do this for our kids
But at that certain point
Your kid don't want a bigger room
Your kid don't want a bigger house
its life events mine surrounded by my albums like release dates as if they were keeping track for me because they were interested we were all a little
tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I'm so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated
After album five, I got syndicated, you
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
below ma I can 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
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we
Whoa yey yay chertay bebe
Told mama et told papa di joh dit zhay dit par bon
I got a house on stilts a five dollar bill
A settin' on the banks
Snow in San Anselmo
The deer cross by the lights
The mission down in old San Rafael
A madman looking for a fight
A madman looking for a fight
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
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