of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house Though I know you're not home But I can see you Your brown skin
watch the sunrise, sunrise Sunrise, girl, tonight Girl, tonight stick with the program Got a car to get you to my house Matter of fact, let's skip the program 'Cuz I love
feelin' scummy I love to cut Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
what I'm tellin' G, come with the melody Or keep yo' skin tight, so you can have longetivity Like the Bad Ass, shit, I had to earn that name Some love
But I love her fine ass laying next to me She's like another freak named Nicole So damn sprung on my diamonds and gold I took her to my house, she gave
could find time to put you in my schedule (beitch) Beitch, $hort Dog in the house [Chorus x2] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin
two things, kick some ass And drink some cold beer and I'm almost out of beer Looky here, we damned if every other year He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby, that's him I love
no ordinary I felt the same until you had to go and just stab my heart like, ouch Six thirty in the morning, I've arrived early from tour Step into the house
for real On the Ceil, I couldnt tell but Floatin there, a girl in some fake ass Gucci underwear Naked, gold skin bare Aint no joke (Did you toke?) Nah
, magnficent Cypress, worldwide We gladly pesent to you, step back We gladly pesent to you, step back 'Cause I take up the house I take the microphone
America Ha ha ha We love you How many people are proud to be Citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of
, hit the skins till amnesia She don't remember ***, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the *** Suckin' on the ***, had the hooker beggin' for the *** And your moms ain't ugly love
out of reach Empty lake, empty streets the sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not home But I can see you- Your brown skin
of reach Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house, though I know you're not home But I can see you, your brown skin
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see
sky grew dim He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him On his right hand Billy'd tattooed the word love and on his left hand
worst enemy so fuck it either way I can't lose 808's so my south niggas feel me Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me She catch me creepin' out your house
[Verse 1] She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola