Lyrics:
Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives
in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don't have
the heat get your
Punk ass up out the kitchen
I'm in the mother fucking room
This is my house in the middle of the trap
Open this door I'm sweating like
I
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
long?
Keep me strong
Let me build my house
For you to come in
Take away this thing
Let me build my house
I'm ready for the house
I'm ready for the house
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
, house)
One beautiful action at a time (ooh, house, house)
This is real love
Lend your soul to intuitions (this is real)
RENAISSANCE, new revolution
house This is our house
This is our house It's our house
This is our house
Its time they don't wanna war this time
Ain't nobody keeping no score this time
near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin
the realest in the hood
And by the way, man, this is feel-good music
Mais pour un soir seulement, so you should feel good to it (I'm gone)
Barefoot on the gaz,
from behind. The slogan is "ROMANES EUNT DOMUS".
C: What's this thing?
"ROMANES EUNT DOMUS"?
"People called Romanes they go the house"?
B: It, it says
else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin', where the molly at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin', where the molly at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don
God is in this building, God is in this place
We can feel His Holy Spirit, but we can't see His face
We're living by His mercy, He's given us His
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
dropping wisdom
By definition
This house is my religion
My true addiction
Don't need your damn permission
It's no decision
This funk is my religion
You need
And I came to have fun, here homie
(what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man
house)
Your house is tearing in pieces
I, I feel lost but I dance
All my troubles away
Stil do I want you here
I don't know what to say
I'm a stubborn boy
rumble, you crumble
My stuff is good like mondongo soup
Rappers getting soup fronting rugged
But I don't plug it, when my sematic hits to your nugget
rumble, you crumble
My stuff is good like mondongo soup
Rappers getting soup fronting rugged
But I don't plug it, when my sematic hits to your nugget
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
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