Lyrics:
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
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
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
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
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'
[Too Short]
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the history channel)
These are the tales (learn a lesson
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
is so hot
Got a good YouTube and makin a mention
Picky at school so I got a detention
Bitches are bitches they like my dick bendin
Phonys are phonys so
rhyme book
It's La Coka Nostra
July 14th, the album in store stores
Ain't no stores left anyways
Fuck the stores!
Yo my knuckles are sore from
Punching
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
your ass, yeah, just like a disc, nigga , yeah
R.I.P. that boy, your soul gon' be missin', nigga, yeah
Get him outta here, get that boy up out
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
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
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
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
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
They hold the cheese, all roles are clear
Cats in the sun, the mice in fear
You're the foundation of their house
It's still a game of cat and mouse
Another year, more life shit
Year's go by quick
Switched up my license
Might switch up to violence
Bro told me "hand that to me," told that nigga nah
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