Lyrics:
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
the party and off to Finesse house
I got this far, so I know I'm gonna hit it soon
When you come to my house, leave your panties in the living room
Go with
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
Parto nella jam, dico bella a tutti
Tutti quanti belli ma poi sono farabutti
Siete solo biccis, dopo fate cheese
Una foto alla mie bitch, cheese
Giro
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin' on e'rybody talkin' that bullshit
Now
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
think I'm having mood swings
But she knows it's my personality yeah
Crowded places can give me anxiety yeah
Need some time to fuel up, I'm running on E
Michelangelo
Sanno che siamo down by law
Sanno che ho la mafia in house come fossi Steve Angello
Gli han fatto l'orologio e mi pregano di ridarglielo
Scrivo
And the Grammy goes to
Open up that envelope
No, not those envelopes
My envelopes got a bag in 'em
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
I don't need your
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
yeah, I'm back, it's Tejbz
Fortnite is my jam, play with Ninja
Chat spam
My fort's a ferrari, built by a genius
I'm not retarded, just a little bit
on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas, get a GED
And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G
Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house
Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this
this
Back
Till the beginning
Hell I was 16
I was one of the three
Oak Cliff Kings
The year was 2000 and three
My label for always and ever
Kings E
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
the house, let's get loose
[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]
To whom it may concern, yes, we're intellectual
Your lady loves it and wants to make it sexual
?????????
To down that show - with two shoes and a magic hand man
Now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin'
There's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
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