, in the house Jack Kerouac built. There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll, Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul. The velvet curtains
mid-wife said And straight away began to pray with lifted head He spent the early hours Communing with the morning stars And then he came over to my house
the beat play Turn up the stereo Up some mo' So I can flex what I got On the danceflo' [Refrain] (2x) [Bridge] I like electro I like retro I like ghetto House
two There's an old black man sittin' out front of a shotgun house And on the other side of town there's a rich man sittin' on a velvet couch Nobody
There's nothing left to take But love and years are not for sale In our old house on the lake In our old house on the lake In our old house
pick yo ass up", she said, "Fuck him" I said, "Let's go get twisted", she said, "My house ain't far I got a king-sized bed, satin sheets and a bar" To the velvet
Intro: Jermaine Dupri) After the party it's the Waffle House If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they
turn around Don't turn around What ever happened to the pride of the nation They say they're waiting till they break formation She was sittin' pretty on a velvet
be it from me to advertise my enterprise All I'm sayin' man my street shit is organized I got it franchised from city to city, state to state Don't look at the house
Check it! Boom [Verse 1 - Jr. Gong] You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing scheme
i used to know this girl marie And so the story goes she never really talked to me her house was seven blocks away on my way to school i went to see
Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry. Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of
dawn came a sound to her ear Drifting and floating Singing through the green green trees Now fifteen summers was all that she'd seen And her skin was as soft as the velvet
There's a grandfather clock in the corner With a smile on it's face Chairs and tables, expensive labels Velvet curtains and lace Every day when I go
and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
like a Kerry dancer Pink and purple velvet red for a lover's bed Living north of San Francisco With a man who built his house alone Living peaceful
You have many houses, one for every season Mountains in your windows, violets in your hands Through your English meadows your blue-eyed horses wander