Lyrics:
Welcome to my haunted mansion
Welcome to my haunted mansion
Please don’t have a heart attack.
Tell me where the party’s at.
This is where
Stones was shocked
Bizzy the Kid grippin this baby makers
Tellin the whole story
Runnin from cops
Bustin shots smack the top with a forty
I'm never gonna
bitch
Crack her card if she offering then I kick her out like Martin did
They off that alcohol and molly, a hundred guns in our party
Put something hot in
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
gettin' away with bein' pretty boy
(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass
M-M-M-Murda
Takeoff
I just took your bitch to Europe for a vacation (Europe)
I'm on perkies, I'm on syrup, nigga dumb wasted (yeah)
Came from
Stones was shocked
Bizzy the Kid grippin this baby makers
Tellin the whole story
Runnin from cops
Bustin shots smack the top with a forty
I'm never gonna
gotta prahblum
The way you always mean muggin, ugly face green goblin, servin beef Red Robin, put a rocket to your noggin, pop a rock of Molly, Kelly got
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
hard not to rip it
For heads coming back like it's crack and they lick it
I burn mcs
Way beyond horrific
Tales from the crypt they
Kick that's
Anything is Possible
Anything is Possible...
Crack cocaine killed the 80's
On the eastside screaming free 80s
I'm ballin' in my contract year imma
of my exes
I be fuckin with my new jawn
Stop by on her way to work and she getting that work while she putting her shoes on
Hop in the rocket, I gotta
to 400
I'm a square pyramid
Imma damn heretic
Imma short glass of air
Flight of stairs that descends
Just to go and raise Hell now they
Yell from the crypt
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened
crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket
crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket
with me
I come from gold so behold and see
You extend your lungs so openly
That's a bad idea these some potent trees
Guess you not phased by that
You was
on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own
Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,
I don't think I fit into his indie world
Guided By Voices and Velocity Girl
Eric's Trip and Rocket Ship, Rancid and Rocket from The Crypt
Bikini Kill
on my wrist
Gave the game I had to Paige
And Now she license with the stick
And now we about to go do a hit,
Bro cooking crack up while I spit
Everyday
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