: Sola Cuando se apaga la luz Se enciende la casa La casa fantasma Cosas Que se dan una vez Cada mil Californias En un pueblo de siglo Raras Inversiones
fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life I came here to rock the house [x8] Roc, roc, roc, roc, rock the house [x7] [Chorus
is on you I warned you - you can't never say I didn't Brains painted on the ground when I stop spittin' "To society I'm a menace" is what the judge said
they creepin, (Uh) Duck cause you ass out, Drink 'til you pass out, Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house, Niggaz is under me, They bitches
Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house
picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip
rights am I gonna fight or plied guilty the drug site the judge will plead me close like I shot a cop but I got cough with rocks but the judge just won
small matter of time lest not regret now I'll make you push the line Follow the lead to failure relinquish and pay no mind Misplace my judgement misstep the card house
Garvey was a prophet, but him still dis di king Call di king all a coward, and fly a flag against him Marcus Garvey face death, a could a judgement
s (somthin) That was bigger than the money and the fame The fact that so many can change Keeps (botherin me) Yo but who am I to judge It's been a while
All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out." All the friends I ever had are gone. Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?" Judge
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with. "What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met "Five to ten," said Joey. The judge
chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk
eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die Got a grudge against the judge tryin' to lock up my thugs
: I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a trunkload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in
shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way" Well son you got a statement you'd like to make Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away Now judge
That's why mi haffi fling da fire pon white house Fling another fire pon jamaica house Tell di governor general wi waan king's house Cause di ghetto
fucking worker, like a robot goes to work Two weeks vacation a year, you have it made in this world You better keep up the payments of that car and house
