Lyrics:
[Repeat x4]
"When the East in the house, oh my God"
[Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Yeah! This one's for the world right here
Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just
election
I watched as they wielded coercion and deception
But by the time Coke reaches Huntsville, Smithwick hangs dead in his cell
EPILOGUE
It seems
gained weight in the hood (nah)
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?
Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah
but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had dropped out,
To expand his mind.
And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken
eternity
King Elmore was born
So was Duke Ellington
Jelly Roll made love
Bessie Smith was created in heaven above
Robert Johnson sang the blues
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
to the same old song
I drink the same old coffee in the morning
I say good day to my neighbor
‘Cus I’m all alone at home
I’m alone
Charles: “You’re the least
living out the life that she hoped I wouldn't get stuck with
Bare times I fumbled but still got the rock on me
Man like Dwayne Johnson worldwide when you
cops still winning
Black man family still mourning
Black president ain't do nothing
We need a real nigga up in that office
Got the White House jumping
in Gotham
Good dots for your block
Proper Cotton
That's that shit that turns soles rotten
I said it once before I guess we all forgotten
Clean that doe
circle close
Wow
Watered concrete and grew a rose
Wow
How pronounced have I been
You should know by now
I denounce the house I was in
And by house
I mean
though it don't seem my time
I got living to do, business to mind
Wanna watch the boys grow, see the next in my line
And I can't bow down, cause there's
on the skies (the skies)
Stop being so emotional, what you smoking on? (On that good shit)
'Bout time I open up, you can't roll with us
In the house
In
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
Charles Johnson was a chauffeur on the rail line
Built a mansion down on Fifth Street in eighty-nine
As home when he was twenty with his new wife
She
We tryna have a good time wake up and do the same shit
Issa house party
Issa house party
Issa house
Issa house
Issa house party
Issa house party
Are you rocking The Double Stiletto.
You look good in them Double Stiletto.
Charles Whittington Double Stiletto.
Verse 2
Before she couldn't hang
So come and lie here by my side
'cause your love it hurts so good
Every time, every time
Maybe I'm a fool for loving you
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I'm
Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse, looked him dead in the mouth
(And Lord) And Lord, good lookin' out, for sendin' me Edna and Charles
Whenever mom
homeboy I call
Is just something that a carry with me all the time
Just in case one of these motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me like I ain't
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
mom man, charles remember we used 2 ride
by my moms house? 2 the point where a nigga,
i'dnt even hav 2 tell u nigga if u was drivin 2 drive
by my moms
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
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