Lyrics:
smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though)
We could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
wanna earn soon
That's a error, you can smell it in the air
And everybody really doomed
That's why I'm backdooring you motherfuckas
All y'all can suck my
TEAM'S IN THE HOUSE
DREAM TEAM'S IN THE HOUSE
Well after doin that /we be headin for the ceremony
hand on the heart /is a bunch of baloney
the spirit
the money trees
So high up, can't be spotting me
I don't think you should
Try and rake up all the leaves
I got money in the air
Imma use it for some shade
think she fucking with the boy just to gain a lil clout
Until she put me on the plug then we ran in the house
I'm thinking we gone air this bitch out
But
A boy he loved a girl
and the girl she f elt the same
they moved into a little house
in the town by the fountain
he said my love for you is so
it
drug zone, we was grindin' up the charts
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartiers
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't
gonna get started like this
And you know it, you know it
Everybody put your hands in the air
Let me see you put your hands in the air
If you came
Rollin' on in, rollin' on in
On in
Would you like to try a college education?
Own your landlord's house, take the family on vacation?
Eva and her
Crashing waves before this castle of mine
The breeze is carrying salt in the air and in my mind
When I think of the sweet old time
I used to run,
Leaving footsteps in the snow
Walking side by side
And I share my gloves with you
All around is white
Catching snowflakes with our tongues
They
HEY
>From side to side from front to back Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I put Detroit City back on the map by Singin HEY HEY HEY HEY
Kid Rocks in the house
Somethings in the air
I know that you're there
I know you got no parents
I know that these are times
That both of us should fucking cherish
But I
Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real
On Lollapalooza, their butts packed with German Lugers
On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get
thang in the wall
We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my
Breathe in without gratitude and the wild free air
My innocence has left by the same door it came
and never again will i ever be the same
But I'll never
Stuck in our house, 'bout to get cabin fever
My rhymes so cold, it's like it's Live From Tha Freeza
On Lockdown, can't even cop a gram from my dealer
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
by
But they don't say hello
and they don't look you in the eye
Creaking porch swing drowned-out by the
noise in these streets
And the air's not
that we fall, and we air on I Blew It
I will only be coming down in a plane if I knew it
And if money is a language, I'm speaking it fluent
I'm coming
to South, cats dancing in the bando house
Rest in piss to all of my paigons, dem man there, they up in the clouds
How did they respawn
Took mans wig, even
the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see
hit that lick and tied up them Crips in that Atlanta house
Had to smoke that nigga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
Seem like my
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