Lyrics:
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
Ice Cube sell out? You say, "Hell no!"
A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen
So could you please stop bitchin'?
"Stalkin', walkin' in my
had broke like three times
You saw my love and made a beeline
Had you running for the tree lines
Now I can't really feel again
Standing on a hill again
week I could be over the hill
Just trying to tell you people how I feel
I see you rocking and you pass me by
Talk about me 'cause I might be high
try to call me over the hill
It's probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like
climbin
Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them
lose it, but he found it down the line
You could take it as a sign that he'd be just find
Never mind all the pain and the hurt left behind
When you
with the Hollywood Hills
Hit Melrose
Smokin on Cookies
New York nigga on pills, yea
Smokin out the pack
Thinking bout my niggas
Wish I could bring em
But baby when you off yeah
Maybe you could slide
Tell me that you into, I'll get you a ride
If you wanna hide I already got
A crib in the hills, it's
up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's all right my
flashes by
Mom's tired, dad's fired, all they ever do is fight
And a bullet's headin' for you, as your life flashes
My father's Father told my father what
‘I won’t tell.’
And up on Suicide Hill, when we got high as hell
We used to hide out and try too hard to find ourselves.
You are my favorite miracle
I
the greatest? Yeah, go get yourself some paper playa'
Try to do as I do, God but I anticipate you'd fail
It could be that my greasy yellow deuces make them hate
facing adjacent
Until you deposit payment or reparations
If you shoot me then you gotta deal with a holy me
It feel like I'm finally free and unlock my
yourself resting easy on my heart
Then the sun was always touching every part
Of that green hill
Yeah, I was easy to climb you could see the top
You could
me if it’s real
Count a mil and move my momma them straight up on the hill
Aye yea can you keep it real
F them pills I’m only popping bands that’s word
In the Ozark hills along the ridges and rills there worked a rough timber jack
The folks in the woods forget if they could to remember the name
you in my arms tonight
I wish that I could hold you when you're not uptight
I wish that you could see that both of us have always felt the same
I wish
ballin and I love a good lady.
Could have'em all put I got my one baby...
[Chorus:]
You want the good life (U can have it all)
House on the Hill baby
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by steam
My father to me scornful said
How could you fancy a factory maid
When you could have girls
on the hill
The last time I felt that feeling
was when I was alone with you
Since then I started dreaming
Which is something I could never do
I was there, where
My love, I swear by the air I breathe
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth
But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
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