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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Traduzione: Waits, Tom. Come On Up To The House.
me These same brothers got perms to get their hair like mine was naturally Descrimination, affects a brother's education Hands up in black history class, they never called on my ass But wait
think I would want that old broken down car now who picks me up when I'm down come on, who puts a smile on my frowm come on who makes mmmmmm (you crazy
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 President
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
they ran in my house and shut up the block I see my girl far coming to my house, and my jaw dropped I said, "Baby stop," but yo she kept on walking I
boy you don't wanna rump with U-God the grump, van, black truck Ha, heavy on the grams, every man back up Niggaz act up, let the style spin This is Knockout
I be on some He-Man shit Pilted up, more sticks than tree branches [Axe] We can't miss Ill like Arabic soldiers, bustin' shots at cop cars Blowin' shit up
come on, get down Come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me some, come on Alfred, good 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, my
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 dig
