Lyrics:
house, nigga! (House, nigga)
What kind of world is we livin' in?
Where every girl showin' titties
To the world, getting views by the millions
8 niggas
house, nigga! (House, nigga)
What kind of world is we livin' in?
Where every girl showin' titties
To the world, getting views by the millions
8 niggas
the 8-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling
Is all a part of drug dealing
A born
Rick Owens
Nobody holy, not even Don Moen
I try to express how I feel like it's a poem
My lyrics reside in your thoughts, I keep them solemn
Handle
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
go see, she takes the D
This is Billy he came with me
I saw something Billy requested
And your girl suggested
If we would go to her house
Was I
to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
deep in to the vibe of house
House is a uncontrolable desire to jack your body
And as i told you before
This is our house and our house music
And every
this don't try to master this
If you ain't bout this life why you try to act like it
See this is the part the South that is seldom seen
Although we
ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know
you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga
a nigga all out of bounds in West L.A.
I'm trying to find your granny's house, is your auntie house
Well um, you know we sorta kinda burn it out
You know
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Building Your story
Grace to grace, strength to strength
All for Your glory
Up on this rock, hell don't stand a chance
Heaven's got my back
This house is
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
and needing room to breathe
The last one to appreciate it
I'm the first one in this house to leave
This house is smaller now
This house is smaller now
So you
This is how we do, Kidz Bop
It's my house, come on, turn it up
Hear a knock on the door and the night begins
'Cause we done this before so you
Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
but baby, move in with me
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play
I want to relax a while
take a part
Cheri, cheri lady
Like there's no tomorrow
Take my heart - don't lose it
Listen to your heart
Cheri, cheri lady
To know you is
Welcome to my duck-off, the crib, the spot, the pad
But my house is your house if you throwin' it back
Excuse me if my home draining the sad
Soon
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