Lyrics Rodney's House - Audio Push

Rodney's House

This shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin', late night missions, word up
Oh yeah
Say this shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin', late night missions, word up
Word, word, word up
My granny died, I told myself, «Ain't no more compromisin'»
Knew you’d turn your back on me, it’s not surprisin'
Stop the violence, stop the sirens, stop the gangin'
Yeah that’s what I’m preachin' 'til it’s my time to get even
At Uncle Rodney’s backflippin' off walls, stuntin' in drawers
I’m gettin' taller’s what my auntie keeps tellin' me when she see me
Whole street jumpin' like Jeff Hardy on TV
Jagged Edge bumpin', askin' for parties right off the CD, chitlins
Kickin' it, funky as George Clinton
My cousin make muddy money, still movin' perscriptions
Can’t listen to most the shit that they’re kickin', pure repetition
Follow my soul to be somewhere different, no recognition needed
Weeded out the bad energy, I ain’t need it
Zetus Lapetus, you gotta come to space to see this
I drove and both to the hospitals bleedin'
Been a real one since ditchin' fourth period with all of my heathens
I keep it