is out God is in the house God is in the house God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house Moral sneaks in the White House Computer
Traduzione: Xiu Xiu. The Paper Chase - God Is In The House.
Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper
count the millions I done made 20-somethin?... No homo [Hook:] I go hard It's goin down get ready for the show I go hard Mixtape God steppin through
large guns blow, when you hear shots run low playas know, paper chase, stack, play it low iced out, club nights, cut the lights out rush ya wifes house
nutty case Said let's get it on, fuck a chase Women screamin', grabbin' they kids My homey Lace, flashin' the shit Laughin' and shit, homey is sick Look
bulletproof We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute I had to chase the paper cause
is so shady If they could, they would plan something on me But really, them ain't the fools I gotta worry 'bout Cause white folks goin' loced in the white house
L.A., Otis My toes is And my flow sick Let it marinate Try to break it down Might take a while All good though I'll wait around While you chase it down
say what you choose God gonna see me through Criticize all you want till your face is blue I know you see [Mary] If you take away the house And you take
delivery room from noon, to noon 24 hours of labour then the nurse asked me his title for the paper You know, so the government can chase ya' First name
pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on Prone to
Verse 4: Napolean] Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin like shit, volts is climbin out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty-three
twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks Niggaz in love Can't stay out the club All in the hoe's face But at the end of the paper chase, whatever
if it's hype, say ("Oh my God!") Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control! [Verse 2: Tak] Yo...wakin' up early, goin' to work is a joke So deep,
"In God we trust" tattooed around her waist Helped me beat a dope case And she paid off the judge I bet her on the Cubs and the Phoenix Suns Her name is