My arms are a house I want you to live there Come into my house for you have the key My heart is the door that's waiting wide open To welcome the love
rappin' If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie Playing
Robinson and Bootsy, lightin' aluminum foil Watch that crack pipe boil With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin' higher Don't think I'm bluffin' Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards Eddie
a thousand niggas A thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the fuck out of here I'm like, oh shit You lying, you lying Shit was real son Stop
Jeffrey Dahmer And he loves the son of Sam And he loves reciting segments From 'The Silence Of The Lambs' And he worships Charlie Manson Wishes he was Eddie
, I'm icy, I'm icy All these girls excited Ooh, ya know they like it I'm so icy, so icy Girl, don't try to fight it All yo friends invited I'm so icy, so icy Got a house
will pick the strings of the banjo who will feel the heat of the sun Who will whisper words like I love you when this old world is gone I've built me a house
has a son named pinocchio or what. Whether he's really a nice person Or if he has a son named pinocchio or what. Some men say he could fly Some men say
' wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin' where I'm comin' from son
-Frost P! -Zuz. -SOV, Lady Sovereign. -Shystie! Yo, Medasyn starts. First the political son, Zuz Rock. Den, I will do. Yo. [FROST P] See anybody wanna
So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son I got some shit for that ass in '91 So step back as I flow onward, man Listen, I turn a house party into
making history right here The fifth element Earth, wind, fire, sunz of man knah I'm sayin'? We got the wu-tang clan in the house, knah I'm sayin'? odb
Went To My House, Bumped My Bitch Slept In My Bed, And Played Wit My Kids Aint That A Bitch? I Didnt Trip, Have Fun Jus Let Me Talk To My Daughter And My Son
so I'm gon blast, with intentions to kill Because we living under the devil, for real God don't love the world, Eddie Davis only son to save him If it
fame shit, drinking like a fuckin fish Listen to the next track I Be On That other shit Yes I sound weird, nigga, take it as a compliment Guess who's in the house
thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the fuck out of here Im like oh shit You lying, you lying Shit was real son Stop lying man Cream Team walked
in the Bentley, big bodies and Benzes The way my twenties spin, they go clean to the dentist 'Fore my son turn one, I hang with 2001's Eddie Bauer car
