Come on up to the house Come down off the cross We can use the wood Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world
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Traduction: Waits, Tom. Come On revient à la Chambre.
Come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin
talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it all baby
, my assistant editor on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for
you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute
stand it Talk 2 me Alfred, come on There U go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on
They capping on the cool but ain't a damn thing funny They ain't hatin on the music, they hatin on the money [Verse 4: E-40] OOH My house so silly,
've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to
that shit now" "Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house" "Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man" "Whassup?" "Wait a minute
to me Alfred, come on There you go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on and dance
on, if my niggas got drama Im that shoulder to lean on. Helleva coming thru with that soldier fatigue on at they door like DING DONG show em the beef on and once its on
house It's a palace for sure Without love... It ain't nothin but a house A house where nobody lives Without love it ain't nothin But a house, a house
