Lyrics:
live o
We cannot remember how it feels no
Put the song on repeat
I let my hommie shine on the beat
This jam
You suppose to dey drive as you Dey listen
thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon
go over there
I wanna stay right here anyway
That city is alright
This city is even better
This house is great
That house is really awesome
But my
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
she can drop it to the floor
The reason why this love ain't gon' never let you go
She dancing in my house I got own private show
She spoil me, I spoil
a haunted house, got soul by the pound
If you wanna dance, think about it right now
See, I'm not in it, yo, listen, I'm not in it
This song's about beats,
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
and his money's long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire,ladies desire
They say water can't put out this fire
Because he's
I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show
So I just can't bet on the next hand
There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man
Now
the Bartman)
Watch this move.
Move you hips from side to side now.
(Everybody in the house do the Bartman)
Ooh, uh uh, uh, ai, ai. Yeah!
Don't ya slip, let
out
This suggestible weight, it choke me out
They gave me a loan and I had no clout
They gave me a house, for me and my spouse
Call my momma and my
down
Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down
Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
I'm the man of this shit
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
And them geek monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot dice
The whole house smelling like cooked crack
You beat
And them geek monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot dice
The whole house smelling like cooked crack
You beat
could play my Dreamcast
And my Xbox, I got stubborn rims
They keep going, even when I say stop (man)
Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP
And this
I'd like to dedicate this song
Yo, shut the fuck up
Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist
Stompin' on his head
'cause I'm not the one
his buds at the Sundowner Inn
He never really makes a big song and dance
Praises every day life gave him this chance
True lovin' and livin' in the now
come here boy, who likes the Skippy?
Who likes the Skippy peanut butter?"
This song is really hard to play (give it up for Tom)
It's really hard
and down like a yo yo
With my pain
I said I'm up and down like a yo yo
With my pain
Sitting in this house of shame
Staring through my window pain (yea)
So
was sin
(Chorus)
(Danny Boone)
Even though I'm grown
I got it for this little bitty full blown
But Miss Jones, got her in the home
I'm alone
With her
build a tiny house for two and it will be just me and you
Just me and you
Just me and you
Just me and you
Under pressure like a queen song
Counting
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