Lyrics:
a sheep, I wanna listen to goats
Want my name to ring out, I’m talking coast to coast
I wanna be known from Land’s End to John O’Groats
I had a dream I was
Motherfuck the music nigga, where ya real muscle?
I'm in the white house, I'm in the white house
I put a hit on them niggas they getting wiped out
They
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Hello,
this Gordon of the Violent Femmes and I've just been locked inside
my house,
so I can't go out and get my bus and stuff and get up there
the poorhouse (6)
Colder than an ice house, paid killers at my house (burr)
I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash than my spouse (shh)
Yeah, my bitch
And likewise my two brothers
Young Dennis and John
How we ran o'er the heather
The wild hare to pursue
And the proud deer we hunted
In the May morning dew
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be
Let's sing for those in peril on the sea
Who labour tirelessly
In their tiny boats
Off John O' Groats
Their socks soaked for me
You see, I do like my
house
Whoa, Lo-o-ord 1.51
Shake 'em down, to my house
Good Lordy
To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, good Lordy
To my house, good Lordy
got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
Burl Ives - John Henry
John Henry he could hammer,
He could whistle, he could sing
He went to the mountain early in the mornin'
Just to hear his
(L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
House, house, house, house (L.A. Player)
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
Derramo Drip nessa Shawty e ela ( Ou Lalalala )
Conquistas Caras no porte do Nego (Tu quer se soltar ? )
Na minha House House House, House, House,
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
Dog's in the house, bitch!
She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
house, field, field
Field field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
And where I lived
It was house, field, field
Field field, house
Abandoned
house, get the fuck outta’ my house
You did what you did, ‘cause you could, if I did what you did,
I’d be leavin’ in a box o’ wood.
What became of your
Rock of ages cleft for me
Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the
Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns
Well ol' Johnny might just be singin'
reverend al be like, "joe's that nigga"
John gotti, supreme team show
These are the niggas you compare to joe, hello
This is the crack house, welcome
house, na house, na house, yeah
Tem uns negos que só falam demais,
Não se compara mano, não somos iguais
Pronto para viver o momento,
Ela observa os
é hype, é o flex, é o cash na bag
é hype, é o flex, não tem como, olha swag
i got a house, eu fiz um house
i got a house, eu fiz um house
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