Lyrics:
(Ayy, man, you know who's in the house, right?)
(It's Big Greg)
(Doin' some - I never thought I'd be able to do, it's time)
Big Greg, Big Greg, Big
together again
Oh, the potter wants to put you back together again
You who are broken, stop by the potter's house
You who need mending, stop by
pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was
then a black man is killed by a cop
So everybody duck
Or thats how you'll end up
Belly downward beak filled with dust
I don't dust I bust these lyrics
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
you
Yeah, I'm praying for love and I'm praying for peace
And I'm praying You give me Your house and the keys
While I pray to do other than me
Imma need
move into our Own house
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh
Do you picture me, Like I picture You
I love all the things, that you try To do
When you lift me
chopping necks
The woods by my house gone be piled up with pests
The quiet ones always end up chopping necks
The woods by my house gone be piled up with
memorised
Know all these lyrics off by heart
Paced these tiles a thousand times
There's just no way to shake the past
Locked up in this old house of mirrors
you really barkin really talkin but you stallin
I'm jus out here every season, I ain't Roddy but I'm ballin
I am up by 50k I am a ref you know I'll call
Come on up to the house
You've been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Come on up to the house
Well you're high on top
Of your mountain
of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like I
through
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig
He ran his wife Lerline in his place and she won
By a landslide He's most famous as the
Belligerent racist voice of the segregationist
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We'll take this opportunity to thank you very much
For allowing us a portion of your time
In deepest gratitude we'd like to reward you
By
present you, the reason for me to rap.
I love lyrics and rhymes I can use to express
Let's face it this mumble shit never impressed
I'm disappointed by
is foreign
Checking out these different banks deposits made in the morning
I don't listen to these fake rappers cause they lyrics boring
I won't take
nigga never wrote lyrics
Don't play with me like fuckin' WWE
Cause I ain't got time for gimmicks
That choppa just make him run track
Like the fuckin'
They said they worried about my music cuz the lyrics be
Drugs, sex, violence, and way too much profanity
Worried about opinions and how these people
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
house
Our house
Tell me with this scripture can you feel a groove
Take a lover by the hand let the boy set a good mood
Let cha body free make sure ya feel
with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
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