Lyrics:
of that house!
While they were eating,
an old lady appeared.
Hey!
Who are you,
and why are you eating my house?
I'm so sorry, ma'am!
We were just so
And the deputy told the new sheriff, double up my fee
And I'll go get that outlaw, by the name of Stackolee
'Cause he's a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna
to see
There's an old bridge
By my old house
Used to play on it
On P street
There's an old bridge
By my old house
Used to play on it
On P street
There's
There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro
The house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
chief
That's Peter Maivia I see her delete her see
Peter picked up the motherfucking pepper Double V with the heater
Like Nasir with the fucking ether
by myself, me, myself, and my studio apartment
And two lighters getting higher than I ever been Higher than Peter Pan
Never thought I'd go to Neverland
far away.
Then where should I go?
Where should I head to?
How can I live
leaving the old farm?
At that moment,
some sparrows flew by
and said
Flash back, I'm seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule
matter how old a nigga
I Peter Rolle a nigga i Fish Pole a nigga
I beat a hole in a nigga
Either holding a pistol or I'm holding a gun
You rolling with me?
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
like Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan
We'll grow old & leave behind our Neverland
For every doubter, add a dollar, we'd be set for life
Told them we would
Walking down by your house and then I notice
You weren't around anymore and I guess that all of your friends too
I remember the time we broke those
a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )
democracy
Donald's in the hoosegow now
We all love our old friend Rudy, Rudy toot toot tooty
Once thought to be the mayor of the USA
But then he started
fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight
Live by the gentlemen code
Kill and attacking these flows
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty
Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,
I've come a long way since then
But I'm missing that old house again
In an old laundry bin we sailed the seven seas
We searched for buried treasure, got
Gimme the music
Let's play house, baby
Gimme the bop, be-bop slop
But gimme the music
Let's play house girl
Gimme that old fashion dance hall
play old music in my old car
Countin' new money inside my old loft
It was a rent to own
I fell in love with the spot so I bought
Throw them ninety
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