Lyrics:
still while days outside
Keep rushing by
A thousand faces out of time
Which one is mine
The mirror stares with strangers' eyes
So who am I
Never here
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
They all went by the words one said
I honestly thought that thought would be dead
You didn't hear me out but instead
Of hearing me out and spreading
his house butt-naked
and then he hung up
And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck
That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what?
I'm
knows I know that you doubted
I smoke by myself when my mind just be feelin to crowded
I just fade away
But I'm here to stay
Dont know what to say
I been
You moving funny
What's good
I can't pop out
You not gonna scoop me nothing
You just gonna dub my shit
You transforming on a bitch
(You might be on da
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
headlights out and drop me off
Never made it to Boston baby
Never made it to Boston baby
And you stare at me in your car at midnight
We're stealing kisses
to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh,
of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home
I thought I had it figured out in
time gon wyld out
We gon keep this shit jumping till the cops shut us down
We got bottles we got bitches we got drugs by the pound
And the way the house
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
in me)
(And find me the one that can say I told on him)
(You could blow my brains out)
God forgive me, I'm a sinner
License plate reader, pray
just a lowly architect
To the higher blueprint
The plan is in effect
Foundation's heaven sent
A holy house to hose me off
With whole amounts of holy
smile
Spitting small talk nigga
Interverted by choice
You niggas don't need me
You hoes don't deserve me
Fuck the sympathy
Fuck the empathy
Fuck whoever
share in the song
Just don't stare at me wrong
Yeah I'm house hunting, looking to house something
I change the subject, you ain't about nothing
This
pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
crew trying to feed me the word
Then it just happened like a house tossing
Who says it's fair Due Processing
Here's the righteous here's the holy
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
with they asses out, oh my
Good God, you know we fly
Day dreamin' out the window, watch how buildings pass me by
See I ain't signed but at this point
frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out
somebody's mama by now.
We used to sit on the hood of my old blue Camaro and watch the sun come up
Stare out across that big sleepy desert, like the whole
you're blocked
Then I let it phase out
But I don't wanna play house
I wanna make home
With my man by my side
So can you come home?
Come home
Everybody
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