Lyrics:
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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