Lyrics:
foreign bitches overseas, balling hard in my Kobe sneaks
Shoot the rock, no Ginobili, plug thought it was 103
Got a gutter bitch from the projects, let me
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
Agoo
CEP Sefogah
It is said that he who is destined for Power
Does not need to put up a fight
Yet I Have watched dogs eat bones from the ground
Not
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they
she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that
I should die
I should live
I should give back
Taking what it is
Life's a trip
Couldn't hit back
People don't much of me been years and I'm still fine
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
the house, on the smooth tip
And I'ma rip this, then I'ma hop hip
Better yet hip-hop, cause you're a drip-drop
Small as a pebble, while Heavy D's a bedrock
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
You gotta earn the right to beef with me or be a friend of me
You cowards ain't get enough power to by enemy
Stylin', even in trap houses I need
loud
The bank's foreclosing on grandpa's house
While a stroke peels the last bit of life from his brain
So we go to Florida, me and my dad
To load up
the tears from his eye
when dis nigga here die tell em I went to a place high next to a lot
tell em dat I live my life as a wise guy and floss my ride
the down payment
You talking all that Jazz
Get yourself
Mutilated
Gorilla pimpin is an all season sport ( season sport )
I learned that from
Project pat
as Xena
I'm old school, yes
Avia and FILA
Smoking a J, listening to Mila
I clean my own house, I don't want a cleaner
I run the dance like heels
it
Shergar's body been exhumed by irish terrorists today
If the ransom isn't paid out then his life may not be saved
No we don't live in houses that
as halfway crooks
Niggas shook from the door like
"Who is 'dem boys?"
Anything happen in front of it
They're responsible for it
Niggas play hardcore like they
three four
(spoken)
Gather round friends, why hurry
Let's all stay a little longer
(sing)
Ya oughta see my blue eyed Sally
She live way down
wanted
Was a woman and some money
Hot Boy, Get It How You Live
Off the block boy
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
Watch for the sweep from the narcs boy
In
chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you
A brainsick society, enslaved by machines
Well, I sit on the roof of my city house
Looking humanity making shit itself
Laughing of god's project of mankind
for your whole projects.
Epcot center linins for ya bitches roli's for dogs.
Now we in tha mall slayin by his bitches.
Everyday I reminisin how he was
in the projects
He had to get it how he lived which was trapping shit or robbing
A classic story of a nigga who came from section eight apartments
See
Oh, gather 'round friends
Why hurry? Let's all stay a little longer
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
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,
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