your house To save the mouse Satellites told you now They care less about you now Tear flesh from skin Like a sick painting Kill the cats in your house
Перевод: Kiss Kiss. Кошки в вашем доме.
m fuckin wit y'all Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your
fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your
Cristal Just a few acres so your dream house can get built Well, I got that, all I got to do is write a hot track Them Blackstreet cats got a lot, can
to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick
me hoe, with that movie star role Take your ass to the store, or get a job and blow Why should I love ya? Why should I kiss ya? Gang of cats banged ya
with me Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it A little skank from the other side, picked it up and kiss
in your house and put the gun to your kids but... [We allowed you cowards to live] [Chino XL] You be holding your breath forever tongue kissing the fish
on ma (yeah) Come on ma (uh) And, listen [Mos Def] Yo honeys check it out, she got me mesmerized With your black hair and your fat ass WOW Walks over, feel your
forgive me, Ms Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf At
, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your
: Mase Yo, yo Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lotta girls that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back Cats
your own name Reprogram your own brain Ask questions with no shame How you think you gonna master your craft if you don't train? Perfecting your skill
blowing up the Grant's Tomb mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white [Hurricane G] blows down your
Oh shit once again nigga I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop
off the boat with an impressive approach, To writing rhymes like pressing your throat, The unquestionable dopeness, and oh yes, It's the one and only, in the house
