time, lord take care of jew jew and his mom please, take care of little jah please, take care all the kids please, cause through us they live. yeah, lord
morn' another lie that I carry on I need to get back to the place I belong [Chorus] [Verse 2] "A house is Not a Home", I hate this song is a house
Lord unchain my hands let me sing inside the crowded trams let me dance among the traffic jams we're going to sleep on the St Kilda sands Lord unbind
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
). Ya still mean it: Who feels it knows it, Lord; Who feels it knows it, Lord; Who feels it knows it, Lord; Who feels it knows it, Lord. Ya running and
the sun cause I work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the oven on the way rents late, two months cause my land lord talks too much
's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry She grew up, she got married Never was quite right She wanted a house
we all know There's a place that we must go Into the soul, into the heart Into the dark There was a wave over the house There was fear choked in my
', pourin', Lord, but not a drop on me Test me, test me, test me, test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in to the jail house Lord, until
eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house '
of line Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Left the house this
That's why you hear me shootin' this real shit off like a gun I wonder how my friends would treat me now If I was iced up with a Bentley and a house
'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth Wild? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses
I got in a little trouble At the county seat Lord, they put me in the jail house For loafin' on the street Well, the judge said guilty He made his point
shit, Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit. 1996, kilos was the shit, But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin. Niggas was ruthless, lord
but I'm 2 legit 2 quit 99 to 6 kilos was the shit But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat
, she was one bad girl Aretha Franklin, she's the queen of soul but the king of groove is in control He's got the lord of lords and the king of kings
{(Ahh) Who are the big one?} You only got one finger left And it's pointin' at the door And you're takin' for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor