Lounge Mode - Our House lyrics

[Chorus: sample] Our House is a very very very fine house With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard Now that everything is easy cuz of you [Solomon Childs] From the crack sales and the c**aine scales From Mickey D to sales, the block done shifted Let's realize, we was all born young and gifted Sippin' wine in the Christenings, after church Sunday dinners (uh-huh) Lies in the magazines, on how rap music gon' let us live good Please believe, I'ma always live in the hood (yeah) How could you point in fault when some of us know nothin' but the hood? Adapted from the past, Kani they got your pictures on the benefit cars No more givin' you foodstamps from Nana's cornbeef hash (uh-huh) To the backyard boogie gra** (come on, come on) [Chorus] [Lounge Mode] Eh yo yo we gon' bounce wit it, wit it and come around wit it Park Hill, Body Brighton, yeah we come in town wit it Staten Island, Lounge get it, watch how the pound, grip it Smoke Jones, come with the toast and plus an ounce wit it Y'all n***as stupid dog, what you not feelin' kid? Heard you got a grudge with the bee as if I k**ed ya kid Goon Squad enter the garden, ya best protect ya wig And it's Beezy, Beezy, stay easy My Far Rock cats in the back they stay greezy And O.T.F. n***as, yeah they still B.B Crunch Lo, Molly and Wigz, and Mr. C./me Ain't nothin' changed, y'all been here for a minute Win in it, b**h [Chorus w/ Cappadonna singing along except "me" instead of "you" at the end] [Cappadonna] Eh yo Our House used to be infested with roaches See 'em in our cereal, poppin' up out of our toasters We shared the same clothes, pickin' our dirty nose Socks smellin' like sh**, dirt between our toes We had it f**ed up but that's how we was rose Stealin' cakes and candy from outta C-Town Takin' a stankin' a** yellow piss with our seat down Mamma smoked coke, should could pop a dope My sister f**in' b**hes, come on Teresa cope My hood is filled with butchers, crack and dope pushers S-stash it in they a** or in the front bushes Life is still hard, f** a used to be s** my f**in' dick, cuz you ain't used to me Get in a Benz van like everything is easy I keep it gully though because my hood need me And I don't give a sh** if y'all don't wanna feed me I put the nine on you, Goon Squad motherf**ers might grind on you f** a pitbull, I sic a lion on you Two cats in my yard, that's my Goon Squad I'm from special ed., call me a retard Dirt bomb n***as, you know my street card Straight garbage picker and dog food eater Dingy dungerees, holes in my new sneakers sh** in my elevator, sh** in my drawers too If you was hangin' wit me you'd sh** in your's too You'd sh** in your's too.. [Chorus w/ Cappadonna singing along except "me" instead of "you" at the end]