Lyrics:
Feels like a party every time you come around
Even though it's just the two of us in my house
I don't know what you do, but you're making
house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
That's the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have
fit split is up in one night
Me no go need another bright light
Cos she bright up my day
(bright up my day)
Ama take her to my house
Take her out
ain't have no nines niggas asked for mines
Half the time niggas lien
They make you do half ya time by design
Wish I can go back in time we be fine
They
somewhere with him because
Lord knows he is not in this house any longer
Momma, don't you remember?
This place was once, so, good
Filled with character
But fact is that hard times
Become good times in the future
That's what I had to feature
Staying indoors didn't really help
Because nobody understood
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes a little something like this
Hit it!
Aaron's in the house
Come on
Get up get up
I want to make it bounce
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes a little something like this
Hit it!
Aaron's in the house
Come on
Get up get up
I want to make it bounce
'cause we ain’t have a house
I bet you don’t remember the time
My new shorty look like my old shorty but she don’t know
'Cause I tell her she one of a kind
Spinning the bottle
Let's get some tonight
Sit down by the fire
In the glow of the tree
You guys see the time now
It's a quarter past 3
Didn't have
off the porch I hopped on flights
Can't leave that house without my Glock on tight
Call my lil thot by the night
Red dot on the Glock better stay out
your clothes on
Boy get dressed
You going wit us
Then we jumped in the car and smashed out
And headed straight to the westside
And by the time we got
life
Like there's no tomorrow
Burn with me one last time
All we leave by ashes, embers in the fire
Burn with me, smoke will rise
Can't we help the liar
take a long walk
Maybe I should put my got damn phone down
Maybe I should do a lil more
Maybe I should stop by my grandmas house
I was thinkin' 'bout
was hurt by the
pain in her eyes and the tears she cried god why couldnt I've just died
she would kick me out the house after me and her would fight
but
a kiss out the door we bail
Let me grab the camaro door for you I got so much in store for you
I really times two adore you oooo
I want you by my side
On a house in the hills, and rent a house out in the hood
(Sound good)
'Cause them folks that be wealthy
We never thinking 'bout tomorrow, that's so
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
Raised in house full love
We are not caught up in buzz
Best believe you can catch hands
But we rather give hugs
Baby I just want some time with you
right round like a round house kick
By Standens Inn 'nuff man got nicked
Swear countless times seen man get boxed
I was so young when I asked my mum why
of myself first then i make sure that everyone's good
Relaxing and taking my time enjoying my life just like I should
I know that we havent seen other in
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
he's nothin but a hassle
You can come with me and cold chill in my castle
Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine you and me, in my ja'causezi
who I meant it for
Wasn't long until I understood that Im misunderstood
All I know is trouble I don't come from good
Riding by myself in every other
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