is out God is in the house God is in the house God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house Moral sneaks in the White House Computer
Перевод: Xiu Xiu. Бумага Chase - God Is In The House.
the bluishness Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is Underground money never disappears When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick
And if it's hype, say ("Oh my God!") Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control! [Verse 2: Tak] Yo...wakin' up early, goin' to work is a joke So deep
a plan to get some loot Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's house Lookin for a quick way out, nigga {*scratching*} So now we at my nigga Ty house
, real nutty case Said let's get it on, fuck a chase Women screamin', grabbin' they kids My homey Lace, flashin' the shit Laughin' and shit, homey is
bits and pieces on my mind, comin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us 'cause we're mobbin' like 'GoodFellas' Alias Carleone, maybe the war is
fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute I had to chase the paper cause the loot would
lil niggas that be on the ave Verse 1: I came in the game I aint ask for no favors I hustled for my status went hard to get my paper This year im in
, excuse me sir can I have your autograph And, uh, when your new album droppin fool That other shit was cool (Chorus) E-40: Get your money man, get your paper Get your paper
way it was meant to be Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin' like shit, volts is climbin' out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty
forever right here in the flesh. And now up in Heaven cause I now God gon make it betta'. We runnin' around chasing this paper like that's gon' save
I'm Asher Roth. And I'm so dysfunctional that the flow is that Britney, And the mixtapes is crackin, every verse is that Whitney. Before you gettin
come lay down, Salt and Pepa is a team Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do You 'bout to say to yourself, what, what? Say one, then some The paper
would do you good) I think a change (A change would do you good) Would do you good (A change would do you good) God's little gift is on the rag Poster
She knows the rules Giving me hell That's not something I am hoping to loose And God forbid, I slip up and land in jail My murda mommy put the house
