Lyrics:
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it's CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain't 'bout that shit
Yo, who is it?
Um, Nick
Yo,
a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here
ever be afraid... to play my music loud!
Look, I'm a wonderful weirdo
Who the fuck wants to be an average joe
You see me, I got the wackiest flows
the motherfuckin' house tho' from Oakland, yeah
We got Big Mike yeeah
Fattey Hattey yeeah
We got Big Chief and LeJay, really tho'
Say big baby, look at my d
You
the motherfuckin' house tho' from Oakland, yeah
We got Big Mike yeeah
Fattey Hattey yeeah
We got Big Chief and LeJay, really tho'
Say big baby, look at my d
You
at me right now, man, I'm so fresh today
Look at my hair, look at my shoes
Look at my jeans, look at my jewels
All you can say is wow, wow
All they can
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin'
That clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's
lungs explode
I look for my brother
Where is my brother
Inside this dark shroud?
My imaginary friend
Where are you now?
So much doubt
The sounds of our
be with you
Who put this together? Me, that's who
We did it, Joe, but what they really do?
Save the pep talk, and the TED Talk (ye)
I'm 'bout
with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy
a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
a funny way
I was on my way through houston
And i was headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
It's not too much to look
It's the Piper
Remix!!!
Marques
Joe Budden
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
a man ain't talkin' money
I'll jam in my yard fuck coming out
Pass the mic lemme say suttin'
Lemme start this off like a play button
Stand firm and defend
The House
Because The Furious Five are Gonna Turn It Out
So Young Ladies If You Think Ya Heard
You Heard Th Best Rap, You Heard The Best Word
This Is True
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
to get some money
(Aye, man
I had this crazy ass dream last night)
I cannot hang with you
Jabronis 'cause you know
That is not making me no money (c'mon,
[Joe Mafia]
My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranian
Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat
Maneuv'
means
I never panic watch me dashing through my enemies
This is really just a walk in the park
Whistling to women showing me love
Come see me, I'm in
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