Lyrics:
night
And I don’t wanna be pissed off by that kind of woman
No I don’t wanna be pissed at that
She’s got a baby in the house that cries all night
She’s
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
"Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?"
Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house
You know what I'm saying
I'ma nice long
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
(Y'all was gettin' fronted by us, nigga)
You ain't seen money in your life
(That's big facts)
When it come to this cheese
Y'all like three blind mice
(You
consumed
By the fear
& the news that I hear
& the doom that is near
All these fumes
In the air
Got me losing my care
Let this music
Be used as a prayer
I
as birds would fly.
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast.
And later when we came
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with
Then I'd call Frank out of hiding
To pеrform at party for my friends if I
If I could have what I want I
Would buy a house by the water
If I could have
a little Cain, raise a bunch of kids
Do it like my daddy did, like his daddy did, oh-oh
Dryin' all our clothes in the fresh air
Go down by the creek, just
be cap I'm not cappin' about mine
If you talk down send them shots at your spine
It's a MoneyGanG affair throw that cash in the air
Yeah yeah
Andalé
No road trip new destination get there by the air
And if its sketchy we gone send them bitches back through the air
You double up we cut the price
my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the nigga (slime)
Machine gun friends, twin
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are
it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy –
Why you fucking with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the air haha
made a ton oh yeah the Rolls Royce got
Psychedelic flowers painted on it
And I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun
The house in Virginia
That's what I'm
you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very
you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very
drowsy
How's this house revolving?
Feeling dizzy, suddenly I'm startled by a thunder strike
I wish the Sun goodnight
And tuck it cozily in the clouds
I'm
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