I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
s a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole joint bakin' and anyone who's fakin' gets a quick anihilation as we movin' destinations on the music train station
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to 7:00 Skies getting cold flying from the north rockin with our city like a sold out show House full of hoes that
game done change Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain I guess I make the kids wanna slang And NWA made the West Coast bang Nah it's just music, man it's just music
for a while and talking on the phone Got invited to a party and thought he couldn't go But he's here right now, standing in my house And someone turns the music
them boys, 'cause she done found a man now Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down I'mma show her love, love, even when when my fans 'round Get into the music
on the radio yeah I knew it was Santa on the radio Mixing up the music like a Santa should And radio Radio Never sounded so good All the music comes
Hide in the bayou under the gun Been to the house of the rising sun Come down here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Chorus
my mic flow Prioritize to live through Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house
Ten O'clock, in my ride Drivin down the 95 Gettin to my baby's house Is all that I can think about Champagne, moonlight It's gonna be a lovers night Anticipation
Ralph Tres'vant, Ralph Hawkins Jr, Paul Minor, Kevin Guillaume & Damian Johnson Ten O'clock, in my ride Drivin down the 95 Gettin to my baby's house
the Maybach out the neighbourhoods, they never seen it That shit is dangerous but it so convenient I aint lying, yeah And comfortable I sit That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shit It's sittin' at the house
land, So when ya kick this rhyme, you wanna sing it out loud. You are the nation of our fathers. Young Jews, be proud! [musical interlude: Jewish music
play all day 'til my hands are sore And I quit my job just to play some more But I won't give up 'til I break high score Pacman! [music from Pacman
you make me a, make me a Make me a happy home? Can you make me, baby? Oh yeah You say you want diamonds You say you want pearls Big car, big house You
Ooh How we do it It's all about the music It's all about the music Everyday, day It seems it's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These
warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin' 'bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music
a fight if I knew it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'? Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing