my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey Jersey and house
'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin' above me You know, a house is not a house unless there's four
is the thing I'm feelin' today Walkin' a mile out of the way I still might make it though Turn on your street and see a car Findin' our home, a house
get up You dream about havin' nice things but you don't have a plan How you gon' get it, from your Uncle Sam? Your welfare check can't buy a house and
hang that plaque On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a
ain't nothin' new But when you make the money gotta know what to do Buy you a business or buy you a house Just so the police can't wipe you out I heard
, "Mr. $hort" At the house I be chilling, getting some head Writing raps all day, even in bed And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit The funk rap master
the White House If you're not sellin' cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave
So come to the party and have no fear Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here! [Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
'm through, you never knew I touched her Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!) Handcuff your hoes (The Luniz) When I step in the house
worth I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be All I can be so all I can see is victory I'm struggle master so the doo doo that you
Nik Nack is in the house for the four My niggaz locked up, left a kilo, it's good as sold Stole gumbo pot, creamery rise to the top My limo even slide
years of experimentin' With whatever drug you pedalin', from acid coke to heroin But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats I want the money, the hoes, and the house
for people who only need a beat You may want to hear some scratching just to hear a DJ scratch Got to have some House so let the master play his tune ?
Kickin' more gas niggas out the house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master
' more gas niggas out the house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master
Now bow to the shadiest hood patrollin' west rollin' 7 figure nigga still hi fi growin' Pistol holdin' bailin' with nothing but trues jumping out the fo' in the corduroy house