Lyrics:
said hello
We worked the floor
We hit the
road
Off to her parent’s house
Aahh, haaa, Aahh, haaa, Aahh,
haaa
All at her Parent’s house
VERSE 2
The cabby’s
Kairi, your daddy love you, I'm a real nigga
Strap on me
Never tellin', cut my tongue out
Give niggas' game from a Jacuzzi, like this Run's House
Shop
The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling
It was a rainy night
And all the windows were tight
And there were thirteen people in the house
The owner and his wife
The butler and his wife
whole life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring
the club she's heard great things about
I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath
I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use
The spirit was
dream
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Hol' up, hol' up, wait, no, hol' up
Gotta pack with my girls
No feelings all green
But you know no "i" in the team
By
Welcome to the camp
I hide my face and run far away
I get crazy, angsty, when you get under my skin
The power it takes to make me cry that way
Welcome to the camp
I hide my face and run far away
I get crazy, angsty, when you get under my skin
The power it takes to make me cry that way
a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I don't see you again peace
Let's handle our business with these government
just a youngin' runnin' 'round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin' like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
'Fore the popo get the gun, put it
My secret garden's not so secret anymore
Run from the house holding my head in my hands
Feeling dejected, feeling like a child might feel
It all
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I don't see you again peace
Let's handle our business with these government
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
destruct
nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
fishing for the fly shit hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning
but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook it'self
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell it'self
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid
All my niggas millionaires it ain't just one
Have a few chains on, I don't have but one
Bought a few houses and I never sleep at one
And I can
skells and mac twelves
Over past gels, crack sales, and blackmails
When your people get clocked it hurts
They quit thuggin, run and join a baptist
in line
And you're heading for the house of pain
Destined by lies and greed
In the ghetto all over again
We're all branded by iron
The final countdown
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
sittin' crying
Cause he had to hit the road and
Go on the run from the police
Took a flight straight out from Oakland
Then he land in Mexico and
Get
need a house need a car need a spouse
Need a couch just to chill but ya brain still hurtin
Ya thoughts clouded by worry, till ya blow ya brains out
Till
out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing
Lights on in the house
But it's dark outside
You can even close one eye
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