Lyrics:
House Mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter
I'll wake up in the morning
House Mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter
I'll wake up in the morning
'd call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I
heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9nes's vild"
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you
There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do
Take care of the little
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
bed and I'm in mine
On either side of town
I think I might take a ride
And burn your love house down
Like a burning house of love
Burning house
bed and I'm in mine
On either side of town
I think I might take a ride
And burn your love house down
Like a burning house of love
Burning house
you hear me?
(808 Mafia)
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we're cuddling, yeah I'm covered in it
I was dug in it, I was
champagne?
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hour glass shape you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk your game, we
all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick
champagne?
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hour glass shape you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk your game, we
to meet
Creep up on your ass and let the barrel sweep
Sweep and let the blast take you from off your feet
And to your family and your friends I know them
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
to Tennessee
Can't read and write, can't spell my name, I can really drive your man's heart insane
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me
I
to sweetness
take it for weakness and leave quick
blocka, roc-a-fella, bad boy collabo
two mc's with mad dough, junior uhh (junior mafia)
chorus: angela winbush
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
can the feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
check, back on the phones!
I got a caller caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam who?
Jam! DJ Jam?
DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man
You supposed to be
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