My new house You should see my house My new house You should see my new house No rabbit hutch about it I bought it off the baptists I get the bills
Traduction: The Fall. Ma nouvelle maison.
so far gone she feels just like a fool My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things You set it up so well, so carefully Ain't it funny how your new
so far gone she feels just like a fool. My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things You set it up so well, so carefully. Ain't it funny how your new
you where you won't come back Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser [Hook] [Verse
through the doggy door My key don't fit my life no more I'll change the drapes I'll break the plates I'll find a new place Burn this fucker down do
you made me fall in love again [Z-Ro - over Chorus] Okay Screwed Up Click Yeah [Z-Ro] Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm on my way Sex or serious
way of life, got a nigga living in sin All that I wanted, was to make dividends Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in And my kin folks, a
amaze me They tell me that my mind's gone, coming up is what my mind's on I guess there's nothing left to do but get my grind on Thinking about my family
gone behind Tricky I wouldn't want distance from you You test my muscle? vein to see if I was true Never liked my new spouses cause I crept from strange houses
in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic
them drunk Hella scared straight Hell yeah Scared straight [Chorus: x4] This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker And I'm scared straight My motherfucker partners in the house
forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money making
in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house
my girl (when she used to be my girl) [2Pac:] Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know
m more like Micheal Moore writin the story, I Need a deal that'll run the house, I Jog my memory and run my mouth Sold all my wax to DJ'in fiends Sold on my
you're seein the checks, or see 'em as threats My fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaks With their eyes on my tape, realizin my surprisin fate Ten
past that i don't understand it's 8 o' clock it seems like nighttime awaits the proper time to fall we go on and on and ... unconscious wooo my body