Lyrics:
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
Right now we’re not doing much
Bored as h*** and it kinda sucks
Watching TV, but Martin’s on
On BET, my
hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
Right now we’re not doing much
Bored as hell and it kinda sucks
Watching TV, but Martin’s on
On BET, my
15 year old Trayvon Martin was fatally shot and killed by George Zimmerman
Martin was walking back to his father's fiance's house from a convenience
at your door, blood in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they
of lessons but I ain't have dough yet
From knowledge to wisdom, from wisdom to see
And understand me if you don't dance, G
It's a god in the house, it's a god
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
First things first
Ok
Yeah yeah
Everywhere that I go another alias
To the core Carolinian
Flows in all areas activity
Activated by me in every city
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
and smoking, I was fucking up my health, oh yeah
I was going through so much pain, didn't ask for help, I was going insane
I done isolated myself in my house
?????????
Yeah we lived in this house all ????? free
And we started recording the third EP
With the ?????? sacked and the mardi-gras
All we needed was
Euro, pounds, crowns, get dough
Red Light District, hoes in the window
At the Green House blowin' on the indo
(?) at a room and the cab is the Benzo
In the house now owned by the
Only son
Who's family's curse now fell upon
The Hands of a boy who had no one
Knowing his future he has to run
Away
Volumes In My Mouth
(But It's Been)
Gucci This, Louie That, Buck Back
I Want It All
Bentley This, Chevy That, Buck Back
I Want It All
A House Here, A House
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