Teksty:
Big House

Big old house on the hill I sat on the windowsill Leaning out on the breeze Do I dwell in memories Or let them be? I can still hear you sing I see you

house It's a big, big house with lots and lots a room A big, big table with lots and lots of food A big, big yard where we can play football A big, big house

I can't make anything of why the brightest light fade Or how you slept a sleepless slumber And through the rhythm of the timeless season And you are the

the O.G And since this live big let's start with B.I.G And rep it for Big Pun and do it for Big L And since I got a big truck you know I live well On

My house, my house If you need some love and tenderness And it's me, baby, that you miss There's a key to unlock the door My house, my house My house

I was born on a bus, they say going south Lived at a truck stop I never knew My mother never sensed how it's been my home Two-lane block top, a super

C'mon, get on it That's it, baby, now kick it in Baby, it's cold outside out here in the rain Sure looks warm inside through the window pane I been knockin

You've been steppin' just bit out of line And that's walkin' on me Well don't you know you can't be right all the time Without walkin' on me I don't

Big old house on the hill I sat on the windowsill Leaning out on the breeze Do I dwell in memories Or let them be? I can still hear you sing I see you