Lyrics:
like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait, why pretend when you can move in?
Before I be your buddy in bed let
it
Tonight we're gonna shake it
And if you can't
Getcha under house arrest
It's like this
We've got the crazy notion
DJ's feedin'us a jumpin'
can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E
So right about now I'ma give him the muthafuckin' microphone
I'ma get behind the wheels and we gon'
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
is definitely in the house
DJ Yella teach Yella cold with the hoes
And Eazy E is stupid chilling cause he knows, yo
No matter who's badder I'll be
now just don't seem right somehow,
But it's the best way to get by that I've found.
There's no love left at home, we're both just hangin' on,
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
Say one more prayer for my family
Like a ship without a sail
Cast adrift
I fight on,
Fight on
I'm the last matador of Bayonne
A hundred years
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
What's the temperature darling? 100 and more
The horses pawing out the dust, but it's Wilton by the door
But you pour your strongest coffee
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for
[Intro]
Dont know how many damn times I've tryed
Ay got to many good things to say
So heres a message to mista Dj!!!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I
a rabbit
See a punchbag, I want to grab it
Yes my D.J., you got the real shit
OK,OK,OK,
this song is dedicated to all rocker chicks
in the house
we
me
Ain't no girl in this world like my, like my lover girl
That can move me
She said don't cry daddy
Dry up your tears
I can love you for hundreds
never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I
Somebody's at the front door, I can hear 'em knockin'
Your mama's on the phone and she feels like talkin'
There's chicken in the barbecue,
live on top of the building (yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like whoa, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred
DJ turn it up
Let's go
Three one two one
It's loco right?
Through the gates, knock on the door
Put you're clothes in the pile on the floor
plays for my first hundred bands
Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand (I showed you so)
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire
, 100
When you're round me
Yeah, that's why I keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're round me
Girl, when you come around me
When you come around me
Yeah, girl
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire
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