Lyrics:
of of a month
Been the strangest year
It's all gone by in the blink of an eye
There ain't no time for tears
Give it one last chance, one last dance
I got ice in
You built this house
Built it stone by stone
Hammer in your hand
You built this home
And this house is strong
You raised it with your love
Yeah (yeah, in the stash house, nigga)
Yeah
Yeah
Burglar bar door, hardwood floors
Money on the table, I'm in my stash house
Bricks goin' in
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
of them wiped out (wiped)
My house so big I got lost, couldn't even find my way around (where?)
Some haters played some games with me, but now they in
in the grass, finna get ate by my cow
I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round
Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown
to the house At Pooh Corner by one.
You'll be surprised, there's so much to be done,
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky,
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
Still here with who I started with
The game needed life, I put my heart in it
I blew myself up, I'm on some martyr shit
Carry the weight for my city
heart, let it flood this house
Let the world outside, just wash on by
We'll just lay right here and hold on tight
Let it rain
Old man weather had it
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
grip in
Neva slippin'
BG's tryin tah hang out,
But OG said take ya little ass in tha house
My big homey just got out
Used tah be down now he's
on together
we drifted apart
and here you are by my side
CHORUS
So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, belive what I saySo here I'm with
open
and smiling!
Every day my people dey inside bus
Every day my people dey inside bus
Forty-nine sitting, ninety-nine standing
Them go pack themselves in like
if you want it
Said, you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now
Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let's put some miles on it)
here)
A-ight? New Jersey in the house
The people versus gestapo, what what
Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution
There will be no sequel
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
my own
I take it, took it, nobody will notice
Well that suits me well
Big house, big yard, help myself, help myself
Every once in a while
To help
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my
Lifestyle, Can you imagine it?[01:06.40]And It feel like a movie now[01:08.26]I'm in my element, yeah, I just live it up[01:11.04]Yeah, I just live it
of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
Anybody dat want to pop off
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