blue town Every time the circus calls round Pulling out of a tail spin Put it up in the mess you're in Chorus Once you bring the house down, bring the house down
bust your shit Now some rookies trying to show me up Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid
ridin' or dyin' too Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly You hit enough, I'm about to down
my pockets to be nice and fat Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins Get out the way or give your cash to me You see, I bring
Cause it aint gon' come out right You aint gon' come out wit no mail Make sure you got it down pat I done been through it And I aint bring nothin back
me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It's gettin crazy after dark, These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture
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
got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan Picture
cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
river blues Well the rain came down and the river rose up Filled up the cab on my pickup truck It came in the house and down the hall And washed your picture
a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a drive way I roll down strips and holes down whips that when turtles wax up They will close down richmond With no down
style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship Leave you
traffic is hell Can you give me a lift An I'll try to paint a story Got your pictures to tell Yeah you got to make a living With what you bring yourself
this I turn it on, I crank it up I'll show you all what I'm made of I'll get loud, I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just
a half a mil The block is on fire, yea it's hotter than a oven I'll bring you to my hood, niggas gettin shot for nothing Yea your house is on my wrist
And by the way, please RSVP "I do"' I thought of writing the sad words Of how it used to be But I didn't want to bring you down, no I guess the bells
make a nigga bow down in the penitentiary, a billion dollar industry [Chorus] [Ice Cube] I believe that, homey I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture
I know some y'all can't fade this Lench Mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The
