Lyrics:
nah, better yet, point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans, whoadie,
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
with therapy
Influenced by empathy
Abusing a memory
Painting a better picture of the man that i'm trying to be
Amazing being held by that someone that
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
They say, "Don’t throw stones if you live
In a glass home"
But America is Ritten's house, time
We say, "Good riddance, house"
And rebuild from
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
And what it was like to be surrounded by those I love
So I found one--listened to it
Couldn't believe some of the things I was saying
I was so embarrassed by
fucked me up, the hater side was the most crowded
I don't claim clicka, but I do be around it
And when I leave the house, I don't never leave without it
I
like dope
Erykah Badu weird as shit but she can sing
Eve rap better than JT
I bumped Lil Mo before Cardi B
They like, "Pap
How many time you loop
soon you'll see its finito!
Finito, finito!, Finito, Finito!
So have you house inorder
For you see it's finito!
Yo end could be ushered
By the hands
something to eat
Know it's fucked up, that's how it be
Growing up living everyday in the D
And it don't seem like shit gon' change
No time soon in
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
Strippers? A smoke
My house is your house, so hope y’all feeling like you’re right at home
I’ll be ya host (I'll be ya host)
I’ll be ya host (I'll be ya host)
match the rate
Pull up to my house i tell the shorty I flew outta state
She be trynna find me everywhere but is not the place
Bitch this is not the place
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
in this empty room
(Temperature dropping) I'm too fly to catch the flu
(When are you dropping?) The answer is very soon
Once I'm in a better mood
This
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
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