Lyrics:
homeboy Eazy E in de house
won't you tell 'em what your name iz?
[MC Ren]
MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner
I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was
declare a blessing over your family
You are a house of miracles
I see ruins being restored, every bit of division we say fall now in the mighty name
And the silent White House with the
James Brothers once in command
But see the sauerkraut Mafia men
Deserting the sinking White House ship and
Their main mindless,
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
Beholding your eyes
I can see fire
One glimpse of your light
I am consumed by you
Lord we wait for you
Let heaven come down
Invade with glory
Swedish niggy
And all my niggas manipulating with pure intentions
Going through a sea of fakes who puppeted by Mr. Henson
I know some niggas stuck trapping
at the finals
Making wild moves bank accounts full
Enjoying swedish massages by the pool
Champagne brunches European sunsets
Just a dream for the hustlers
Honey
If it proves to be the last time
She brought me here
As you head back down to the Swedish house
I was burning in the cold
But if I could see you
Futura is my name
And I say graffiti is where I got my fame
But it's not my fame that I'm here to claim
I wanna tell the real story about my game
Aw,
your wave cap (whole lotta shots)
You was in the house playin' 'Tendo
I was on the block where the J's at (on god)
I'ma stand on it if I say that
Say
don't go down for possession
Mom's puttin' up the house to bail you out when arrested
How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one
Flyin' down the 101,
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
the dick, in your mouth
Take it out and take a lick
Every Ho is a bitch
And every bitch is a ho to get turned out
We putting these hoes on da house
Well I
please get up off your knees, and let me go
'Cause I'm here in a cage
With a bottle of rage
And a family like the mafia
If my family tree goes back
(Huh?)
My name is Young Gucci, but I am not Gucci mane
I got 30 thousand racks, I forgot my exes names
Told me to go by house, I'd Rather go and buy
name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Better say my name
Any other day
I would call and you would say
Baby how's your day
But today, it ain't
name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Better say my name
Any other day
I would call and you would say
Baby how's your day
But today, it ain't
Press play getaway 33 and a third
James Robison, even my name is dominant
I come from the alkaholiks crew we prominent
Swedish resident, cali native
Big G's boss
Yes they walk hand in hand
It's not a wonder she got the name
By everyone that she saved
Cause in our circle of people
With her I pray
and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Try to get me for my scratch and you get your arm detached if you try to rip me on a track I put you in
on these hoes
I see that you lost your focus
Psycho crazy like a Joker
Fool this ain't no comic book!
Known of the choppers with guns
Crook By The Book
Gone
, and
Felle Fel, rock the house
I can't forget, Capital, rock the house
My man Capital T, will rock the house
And to my man be , a rock the house, and
My
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DOPEBOYGHOST
KOCHI MAFIA TAPES VOL 1
Im coming back you know
I'm a rogue ninja
Sipping on vitality of life who thought it be so bitter
I be
the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I'm King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas
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