Lyrics:
Ricki Lake
House by the lake, that's a new estate (real estate)
You in that same place, all you do is hate
When I rock the rose gold plain, that's
be undone
These are the days we'll remember in the years to come
Jumpers for goalposts goal number thirty-three
Next goal wins cause it's getting too
to my pockets unless you broke four money counters
Three times the money, took me thirty minutes, ran through a hunnid thousand
Start walkin' shit down
Churches, unsafe
Lil one; 12 years old
With a; thirty eight
Murders, increasing
Bodies dropping, in broad day
And it's always; on some, stupid shit
I swear
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka, uh, uh
I'm sick
a player house
Roll thirty fatties, then I let 'em all air out
Come over here
Coming
What is it?
That car, look
What about it? Never seen it before
and six bedrooms in the house
I'm seven years old, eatin' one hundred dollar plates
Y'all don't know what that taste like
Gucci shoes, Gucci socks, Gucci
rest in peace
At the age of twenty-three
Pete sakes, got us locked in
Mind frame like it's boxed in
Palace jacket match the army fatigue
I chuck a P
Every now and then you run into a story, says, "some guy broke into a house, stole a lot of things, and while he was in there, he raped an 81 year old
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
[Auctioneer:][spoken]
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by
to the new frontier
Zapruder's film, I've seen that before
Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
or probably dead
But I'm still alive, looking for a meaning
I'm sad, I'm depressed, I'm happy then I'm great
I'm twenty, will I be good by thirty?
Will I keep
light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty
at the whiskey house
That ain't all
For three years they've been married
They don't get along so good
They're tired of each other, you know how that goes
She got
year in a house that's crowded
Roach problems, never fixed at this time I doubted
Any sense of happiness happening only shoutin'
Back and forth our moms
of these, but they not claiming I'm a artist
I'm the type to pull up to your house, and ask where your fucking art is
Play my music versus yours, guarantee
there by Rufus house, since we had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eight, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road
on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
I'm drippin' and they can't (yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate
Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half
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