Socrates with philosophies I'm in my tree house please don't bother me and now it's lookin' like hella-smoke under aid they lettin' me pass the velvet
An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove Take control, untouchable just like God above I can't escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become
In that big big house there are fifty doors and one of them leads to your heart. In the time of spring I passed your gate and tried to make a start. All
(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house
my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house
had body is all I know Only 18 but looked twenty-fo' Her name was Bitch, class of '92 Skyline High and the shit was cool Took her to my house, Moms was
as charged Your sentence is PUI school For pimpin' under the influence, nigga Next case Oh, we got us a repeat offender in the house Jenny Jones A.K
vain overcame with my sabre Maintain and let the blood reign explain my behavior (Chorus) Madchild: It goes:cracked halo horns on my helmet Little doll crawl in cherry red velvet Burning Man in the house
, in the hand that revealed the bad scars She pulled up at arrivals, driving the Jaguar Her brown skin was soft, her legs beautifully shaven Her house
and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house
icp got the dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah (4x) Inner city posse got the dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is in the house Waitin
one, project two, project three My Recena Houses, Jackson Houses, Webster Houses How that sound to you mouses? Jamaicans from [unverified] and Patterson Houses
me gun Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
This is a mad house, she goes straight for the palm You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday I say you must be joking, the ideas absurd But the pictures
Check it! Boom [Verse 1 - Jr. Gong] You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing scheme
guys think you are Rockstars or somethin', oh, yeah Oh, yeah, limousines, champagne Get my clothes custom made I take handfuls of pills Trash my house
. Dre's in the house yeah Omega in the house Kevin Edmond's in the house Jeff Mills is in the house DJ Deya, DJ Milton, DJ Slugo DJs on the low, Green
