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stores Big house, naked women in the corridor Whole team putting up, check the scoreboard And this is how it sounds when you want more And if we can't get
pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John McClane on it I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my
house, yo, yo Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast My mic's
Dog's in the house, bitch! She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut Took her to the hotel just to fuck Last night she licked all on my balls
John stamos, Get cheese like mouse She want a fam, I don’t want no full house She hungry, imma Take her to road house No veggies, don’t mess with no
She don't like the way I play that's ok though Got a house full of bitches John Stamos In the whip going fast like Sueco I got hella money Jeff
Passover Lamb, yeah Peter John left gon' meet the man, yeah Follow him in the house he gone let you in Yeah tell him you're with me I Am the teacher man,
affectionate John had a good thing, no use in upsetting it Besides in college everything would be different Everyone is educated, no one would be tripping,
Gonna tell you the story About old lost John Lost John was a boy that got loose From a chain gang down in Louisiana About sixteen bloodhound,
shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimum wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house,
shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimum wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house,
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
house, that's a safe house. Go on in The owner's white, but he's an abolitionist John parker told you this; he helped hide Henry Bibb I know I don't know
crib like that shit a hideout, yeah They say that she ball, not in my house, yeah I swear that I'm ballin' with no timeouts, yeah I give her that D, I
still on the streets, while am at my house, writing my bars and finding a beat Got flows on flows and my lyrics are deep Your hearing my songs to me
the chrome Fuck a house, I do it at the beach Call me Sponge Bob way I clap them sandy cheeks, heaps You need a spaceship to get on my level You wanted
quick Drop everybody in the house, John Wick (baow)
like you say you do and never tell a damn lie Fuck her like an animal she keep trying to run out Used to be home now it feel like its a mad house, All
Like us all, you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where
Come into the house of the Lord Come into the house of the Lord There's love overflowing A joy that you'd be knowing When you come into the house
There's a BBQ at John Gacy's house his neighbors are all invited With Gacy cooking all the food everyone will be delighted To make the BBQ annual
ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk
John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was 3 and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only bad apples on our family tree Kinda
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