Lyrics:
it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But
Well if you're leaving can I
Walk and talk with
You in the thick of it
Where is it we're going?
Well if we're leaving
Can we stop by my house
I'll be in
Self made never had shit I get me some bread I could bake ( bake )
Baby need shoes ima need more I need a house by the lake ( lake )
Circle small I
gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt
the Greeks
For making coffins
Which consumes in a few weeks
The flesh of the bodies deposited in it
So hereby lies the tomb of
The house by the shit creek
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggaz that them blue tried to like
I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice
And Ruff Ryde on anybody,
a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand
I made you cry
And it's like two guns cause you shot me down twice
I search for new fun, wait a lie
Cause I want you to run to my house where it begun
Camera roll through stone cold chokehold
The bell toll in the ground you go
Yellow summons by the headstone
Mourners head home through dead zone
Put
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
And take my paintbox with me to paint your face up high
In yellow green and orange, purple red and blue
liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But
liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
In the year of the yellow cab
In the shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in maryland
When
yellow clouds black water
please help me my friend
there's alot of war
Guiltiness spaceships going far
where did it all begin
what are we aiming for
Off them shrooms no Portobello
All my Xanny colored yellow
I smoke weed that smell like jello
Plug in Houston like he Melo
I'm in Solms I'm in
From the cement blocks of this old broken down house
To the yellow light on the front porch
From the screws underneath that Sheetrock you painted
I got them diamonds, I got that cash money
You are a joke and I'm laughing cause it's funny
I'm a big dog in a big blue house
Y'all be bitch
Said I might do benz!
Might do benz
Might do jag
Side by side we make them mad
Beamer clean
That Audi mad
We might do benz
Might do jag
Side by side
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
drove to the address
By japanese design I was really impressed
It looked like a regular house of the rising sun
I walked inside, I was all alone
I had
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no
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