If Momma was married, we'd live in a house As private as private can be Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries, a mouse Two monkeys, one father, six turtles
Haagen-Dazs, watchin' Uncut And me sittin' there, playin' wit your butt Took off your clothes, I hit it on the couch Even though mom's in the house Nothin' could replace this
's throwback jersey You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha? You makin' me hafta talk this way You forcin' me to walk this way Maybe my album will get bought this
' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We
from her lawyer But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse I read this sister's
know bout me You don't know shit bout me you don't know my history Coming with the ak 4 7 man can liver handles Nigga god bless this day quick god rescue
No matter where I am bless me with all your light, I'm on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown
Sometimes this world can be so cold When you looking through the windows of the soul I've been looking to see the truth as it unfolds 'Cuz I've been around this
vowed to be forever loving you rain or shine How the moon takes on this so romantic globe I'll be lovin' you forever more Baby, now our house, our house
Let me clear my throat Gilla House niggaz, baby We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight Here in the place to be Yo, you now rockin' wit da best, I'm blessed
If you can't buy groceries this week Lost your [Incomprehensible] check down on a big screen You ain't right And you're thirty without a job And you'
run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry I got them rocks, them yellow diamonds and that oh oh oh bling Man come running over, Jah just shine his light Blessed
yo mouth My nigga, my neck uv da woods Give a shout out, North Carolina, in tha house Shit got a lot better, while I got a lot fedda House got a lot
Nivea:] and it feels so right to get me wrong [R Kelly:] uuh, i'm so glad that we're alone [Nivea:] boy this sex is coming, turn this house into a happy
crew We used to free-style, at M-C Breeze' house The same niggaz on the mic that make ya bleed now What? Motherfucker can you hear this shit? He only
leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz got this
Where they at, where they at, where they at I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B Been famous since 1983 Give me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed