Lyrics:
the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "F-, sh-, f-"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
F-
like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "Fuck, shit, fuck"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off
My entire life is a comedown
Bring your boyfriend to my show and
Stay for the smackdown, I'm mad now
We show up at your house and with no invitation
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
in Moesha
Got a lot, to break off, my hearts eager
If old love, is weight loss, then I'm a keeper
Uh
As we proceed
It's the return of crowded
With
By Step übernehmen
Komm komm
Komm check die Gang ist wieder mal vereint
Buy Or Die
House Of Arts
Way out gehen auf eins
Pushe Pakete bis wir mal oben
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
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
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
of money in closet shit is getting crowded
I'm bout to get my label tatted cause I really mean it
Loyalty my only bond nothing can get between it
See I'm
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
patience
Track after track this one
Might be the greatest
Cookin the craft making
Cheese from the basement
The Album jus dropped they still
Probly won't play
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can
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
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
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