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old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heart-broken she
the time is passing by
Cause one day I'll come up and that I'll be getting rich
So you dudes just hate now you a pussy little bitch
Yeah I'm going through
Hillbilly in Beverly Hills
(And so, Drama Beats)
Hold on
Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamborghini, whoa
You must have white bread, let's
homies, I never tell 'em the vision
I do my dirt by my lonely, I probably won't get a visit
I'm thinkin' 'bout all my aunties and uncles, and how they're
bring the party and we kill it all night
So we sat by candle light, and told the old story
It was the night before Christmas,
and all through the house
known by Him
Don't rest, Don't nap, Don't sleep
Until you have the answer
Eternity's forever
Ain't no getting out of it
Just ask the rich man
Cried out
y'all)
Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube (hey y'all, hey y'all)
House of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Cypress Hill, yeah,
Best of all, I don't stop dreaming
Just because I'm rich
And famous
And therefore
Happy, too!
Party!
Well, you must admit the movie's
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
last
The clear up by a shifty council
With party tricks up their sleeves
A fistful of fantasies
Won't impress these thieves
Parties of the rich over
bitch
Party like we're rich
Live it up, who gives a what
Party 'til we're sick
Hey everybody, what's going on
Same old story, same old song
When the bars
me, is usually the day I lose it
Fuck the rules, from school I moved out
Thinkin' I could use a new route
Need a crib, with it a pool house
Hidden
dude, where's the tissue?"
I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot,
but endin' it to a nigga
Street sweeper like ahh!
Sendin' it to a nigga
When you in the house you'll play by house rules
2 words you'll never hear
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
and then went by the handle got a new whip and it's stinking
Brand new bitch and I'm switching this shit like a channel
This K in the house he a rockstar I'm
a suite, suite
Right by the sand so I let the diamonds dance
So that put you in a trance, OK
Always up I’m never down, like Post Malone they sayin' wow
We
to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number
really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense
Fourteen gettin' drunk at a house party
They locked me up,
Yeah
Juice in the House
Wieder im Rausch
Lass alles raus yeah
Mach einen drauf
Gebe was aus
Ey
Leg mir ne line
Und ich bin drauf yeah
Ey
Juice in
tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance
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