Lyrics:
Police in Haddonfield have just made the grisly discovery of three bodies in the upstairs bedrooms of this house
Repeating for those of you who just
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh
I get the party live Common Sense will get
somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
and vices will invite themselves
to an overstayed welcome at your haunted house parties
There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be like that
Her final
and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it
I'm on chill shit
I'm coming for it I want it Bad Boy
No Will Smith
I was in the room wit a baddie
Then she got an attitude what is that about
Prolly
busy in motherfuckin' '93
Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy
So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom
When you're home
bounce, bounce
Give it to you Luke style, we gon' pull up at Snoop house
Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high
Now you're starstruck, kinda
them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life
Come'on
Come'on
ride.
Can you hear?
Never fear
whatcha hear.
What ya hear
is it clear?
Understand
and love ya big dear
and I will appear
my dear
with a beer
by firing John
Who now wonders when his life will begin
Ain't it confusing to search for the will and learn
When you find it that you've lost your
I'll turn to Oscars Will Smith
Don't like her name in Chris mouth, but cool when it's Tupac's dick
I would whoop all these niggas, but I would never hit
side like my weapon, my Smith and Wesson
Cameras flashing when we step in
Without question (Without question)
Your love is a drug
And It gives me a rush
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his
things and come on over
Stay with me at my house (Stay with me)
She says it's alright, yeah
It's half past four, the afternoon
Oh, we wake up
met me"
You knew I was a hustler by nature
You gon' always come second when
It come to gеttin' paper
You complain about the time wе don't spend
But I
know where to sway
When things go wrong
I know I'm self-assured
But I'm not
A featherweight will weigh you down
People chanting
It's a landslide
this
The truth is
I'm kinda getting used to this
My life is like the mix between a drama and a freakin' porno flick
I wanna make hits
I'd rather make
Noone has to know
Let's go
It's your private show/
Ride my Rodeo//
I can make your body, feel shit
Swing, like Jada & Will Smith
I'll take a shy girl
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
tech weapon so ya better play along
da game in my possession come and meet da Smith n Wesson
bring it on, ill take ya all down like Babylon
up front
and shit
Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
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