This house is sad, Because he's not tidy, Good dogs go by When someone comes, To go gone, gone, gone. . . There's no one, there's no one, There's no
번역: 동물 단체. 잎 하우스.
: This house is sad, Because he's not tidy, Good dogs go by When someone comes, To go gone, gone, gone. . . There's no one, there's no one, There's
dope track 'Cause once I hit it with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers rushn' to rewind 'Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house
. (Threat) What they screamin' when they shout? We boom you need some elbow room, that's right Who they fiendin' fo' - Zoo rock the house fo' sure Cause
a shake and shrimp and biscuits You got a question, ask my mistress I bought a coat and then you fit this Swallow the truth and make you shitless House
] [Drake] uhh, just say yes not no, the club is overrated baby lets not go, lets stay home and burn a couple calories, f-ck the house up and make
's down to crush a lot Hey yo I'm still not a playa but you still a hater Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In house
they better stay away Or see Krayzie loc' insane So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom Way up underneath my feet 'Cause really I done turned a new leaf
, wood wheels and plush seats (let's do it again) Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats (do it a) Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
, get feminine when handlin guns You could run or take the window, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight son, we keep the house
your heart strings Would you strum on mine? The book babbles on about nothing at all New leaf turns over, unwilling to fall Tonight I'm busting out of this old haunted house
. This goes out to all my peoples Down in the Weak Way section and all my peoples in the Hootieville Section. Word is bond. Jamaica Queens in the hidda House
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know We make money, we eat, we feed Pay attention, bitch Uhh, yeah, come on Uhh, uhh, make some room Dogg House, you
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
foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps
Do you do garage music mate? You got any of that urban? (Urban, urban, urban) House, do you do garage? Ga-ga-ga-garage Wot do you call it? Garage? Wot
