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leave the party
That was kinda mean, but I got a jar of poop
That I sell in the streets so
I can pay my rent
My favorite song is Protect Ya Neck
And I

spark the wood I'm litty, me and Sancho, Trench, babies

Now we rolling through the city, nigga
Yeah, yeah, we in tune
Swear I got bad luck, but no, my

I go by the name
Zuncho
Rhyme, di ma man muh go house, mama deh cook rice
If you go meet your mum, she fi put you right
After that we go go, baba go

house party
And why she got a different vision than go to college
And how less than a week later, dinner made by her mama
And when she said that she could

those dreams yah we bout that
Smokin those trees yah be bout that
Ridin on chrome yah we bout that
Wood grain wheel yah we out that
How's the party? you

he knew to phone you here at my house
I told him three times

I had to kill that bitch out of B&B
Told her, girl, to smoke her by the door
Said, we

You could find someone by saying hey.
I think you're really cute.
Can I get your number too?

But now it's a whole new ball game.
Cause things have

the Fahrenheit or should we pop out to Marquee
She look at me up and down like, damn, boy, what's them on your feet

Baby, these ain't shit, these bitches cost me

on a Saturday
Let's have a house party, feel like kid n' play
You the type that niggas wanna go and lay with
You the type I wanna spend every damn day with
You

where we going
Ghosts of the city babies haunted by the chaos
Date here with death I hope the bitch take a day off
No luck, pulled up, red Ferrari spider

never had a friend like you)

You never gave me an invitation
Guess you didn't like the parties I threw
You called me names in my own house, like

Dawg Ima Vet to these fiends
Kiss the baby I been popp'n my shit
Ben count fetty I been count'n up the grips
Don't I think they ready, Awready
See we

him have it
Taught him he should never leave his house without his automatic
Played my part in the bullshit
The L in trouble
Can't complain
On the train

Cleared the bad vibes in the air

At the house party turn up the music
You hangin with ragers aint nobody boo safe
Niggaz burnt, and fried wokeup is too

ain't no lil' boat
Pull up to the party, I ain't lookin' for no smoke
Brand new shoes, I ain't tryna step on toes
Leavin' the house and I'm throwin'

Peace, love, truth, joy, balance
My queen will barely make it out the house, no doubt, she'd be the woman in my prayers, no
clout,
No savings for

shit
Make em look mad
I'm so rich don't even ask for shit

Nigga, this a third party
You opp-ass hoes ain't gettin' in
I slide in stupid scats
Don't know

glasses
Rich bastard, rich habits
Money make that coochie happy
And your bitch tryna to kidnap me
It's Kid n' Play, we too hype
It's a house party, let's

had em like ohh,
now they like no 
What baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll 

Jadakiss 
When I pop up, 
I lock shop up, 
pull the drop up 
Park a block up,

Whatchallwannado

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs
Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam
Run up if you want some, we clash like titans
Ain't

There is something drooling under the
Bed, grabbing for legs, bloodshed
It's going down baby
The comic wallpapers now blood red
It's sunset - a lounge

tweakin'
Gettin' sucked up by a Puerto Rican
Had to kick the bitch out
She was reekin', woah, ayy

Think it's a game, game, damn
She think of the gang
Baby

the time
I might buy a house in Sugar land, I'm bored

You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brings
It seems to me you, will

to bring a baby home
I learned a couple things
I’ll try explaining it
When you got bitches speaking different
Languages who thick as Paleos
And make it real