Lyrics:
leave the house
Don't forget ya naughty when you leave the house
That means no panties or put on a thong
And girl stop fronting I know this ya song
Twerk
home before midnight I'll be playing here with this whiskey and these songs
From somewhere out of the earth
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting
Alright Mr. Thanksgiving
It's for the money this time (Drama)
Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
hard drive
I think this EP is gonna have 4 or 5
Songs, each being different as such
But I stop sometimes to think of others as much
Who are like me,
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
are the reason for my song
One day their mom said, come now my piggies
It's time for you to leave this happy home
Go out and find a place to build your
This here's a song about two sets of Jones'
Rothchild, Evelyn, Rueben and Sue
Just for discussion, through random selection,
We've chosen two
Ladies and Gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour and they want to tell you a little story
oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have
Came up with a new plan
Let's keep it moving
I got a point to make
And I'mma prove it
With this blueprint
I got this blueprint
I got a lot on my
Layin' on the couch just,
hangin' with my boys
we're chillin' up the house tonight
I'm being myself
I'm nobody else ‘cause
this is what we do alright
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
by the DJ to request my favorite song
then Go somewhere alone
Yeah we can go somewhere alone
In this house party
Don't be afraid to get a little
shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple laid back relax, it's mental
Uh, I think why'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
I'll find you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
I hate to let other people hear me sing this song
If it reaches you before I do
Follow this
with Eyes wide shut lets take this Cruise like Tom
Come down to them bars known for dropping them bombs
Spit that fire brimstone flows be naepom rap
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
This is to listen to, so ask not a question
Not to be taken as a simple suggestion
But a warning, to whom it may concern
If knowledge is the key,
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
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The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
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