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Date of issue: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suave House |
Welcome to that Suave House |
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out |
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt |
Suave House bout to turn the lights out |
I say welcome to that Suave House |
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out |
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt |
Suave House bout to turn the lights out |
First of all before it starts |
Suave thicker than the Million-Man March |
Khakis starched as I flow through the cut like Noah’s Ark |
Who’s that slippin' in the dark |
It’s the L-O-K-E-Y |
A killer like Jack the Ripper but slicker than SupaFly |
Bull’s-eye, stay focused on my green like infrared beams |
Livin' like kings, when Draper put the scientist on the team |
Now it’s in my blood stream |
I’m Suave playa till the dusk |
Construct some murder shit for all my niggas in the cut |
It’s O.C. |
the Sinister killin' ya |
Here to administer, with from holy scripts |
Releasin' explicit, miniature scriptures that lift ya mental |
Get into a mind state, niggas fabricate |
See can they duplicate the shit that we create |
I orchestrate throughout the night and congregate with killers |
Watchin' fake MC’s evacuate the premises BLAH it’s too late |
Another murder, no post rate |
Fuckin' with this Suave shit flies us around planet as the Earth rotates |
No doubt, it’s Suave House the residence |
It’s evident I represent my click till I’m deceased like dead presidents |
My regiment is full of soldiers swoopin' like vultures |
They should’ve told ya, Loc gon' put it down like he’s supposed to |
You niggas peep the game, ain’t shit changed |
Except you small change and you hydroplane |
And Suave House niggas we made like stains, on yo bitch’s brain |
I coochie for playas with loochie from verbal slang |
I’m breakin' niggas like speed limits |
So hit it before you kick it, think twice if you lick it |
Even you don’t wanna risk it |
If it’s dry, twist it, flick it, make me sick with it |
Don’t forget your pieces in it, now watch me spit it |
Up and down ya spleen hittin' every nerve like nicotine |
I’m about that cream nigga, save ya dreams and make me scream |
Madam don’t give a fuck about nothin' or nobody, not shit |
So come equipped, you fuckin' sick |
You cannot get with this, even at the club spot |
When orderin' me a drink make sure it’s nitro-glycerin on rocks |
You know that street traffic be drastic |
That’s why I’m not havin' it |
Exposin' all you fakers to my Suave click, aww shit |
I’m the first, second, third, fourth, fifth evil bitch |
With the clip that’ll strip you from ya hips |
Leavin' punk niggas with a knuckle print |
So checkin' chins in the 9−6, this shit is a sinch |
I crucify clicks like a cult, dialect is difficult |
The result, mental lock like a dead-bolt |
On ya cranium, I’m stainin' em' like paintballs |
Ain’t y’all tired of bein' shot, don’t cha' shirt need a wash |
Watch yourself cause Thorough be on the hunt |
Plus him hungry and he know exactly what he want |
Pronunciate the poetry that they wouldn’t say |
And represent the sound that they wouldn’t play |
Do away with paper weights with my paper mate |
Immobilize your vibe and paralyze ya rhyme rate |
Take ya conscience and shake it like a nation |
Now ya dumb founded tryin' to find my location |
It’s still Suave House and I’m the first tenant |
Be attentive when I send it or you might not get it |
Limit three and a half mics cause the Source is bias |
But yet still three and a half mill will buy us |
Like babies killed in the boat |
And this rap fashion shit is blown |
Way outta proportion, Mrs. Incline |
Versace, Armani best wines are fine |
Materialistic shit we decline |
Cause rappers are gettin' weerier |
All I’m hearin' is the clothing of material |
We ain’t carin' what cha' wearin' |
Gangsta niggas live the area |
Fill the tech, shall we lecture upon this record |
I keep the Suave House record on ya dresser |
Supposedly, NOLA come one mo' again, cause unknowingly |
You done fucked up my trees |
Like vegetarians eatin' pork and wine |
Bags under mine, receivin' dicks from behind |
Bottom line, it’s gettin' serrious and furious |
I’m on my period, attitude is rudeness, this the mood bitch |
It’s that Suave click |
Now who’s the motherfucker ready to rap and bust a cap |
The haters want my snap to watch these hoes shit collapse |
A nigga that get in my way get his ass kicked and attacked |
It’s like the loops of the water, Suave started perhaps |
Bloody maps, citizen traps, seekin' dress ya can’t find |
Puttin' ya bitch in a box who brought you seven different signs |
I’m decomposin' those that’s opposin' my rhymes |
I’m leavin' ya ass frozen BING by the corners and lines |
You actin' bad, motherfucker is you mad |
Yo nigga’s crew is bad, Tony Draper’s runnin' that |
I bring the fuckin' shit that a bitch can’t touch |
I’m leavin' ya ass in the gas and blowin' ya fuckin' shit up |
Bust, the gravel travels like a travel |
It ain’t reliable, fuck the motherfuckin' outcome |
That nigga Tela be kind of like raw |
Cause I done seen what I saw and now i’m breakin' the law |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Throat on a Boat | 2000 |
Bye! Bye! Hater! | 2000 |
Table Dance | 1998 |
Drugs | 2000 |
Intro | 2000 |
Make a Million | 1998 |
Still a Man | 1998 |
Red Neck Pimp | 1998 |
Right Now | 1998 |
Bring Em Out | 1998 |
Why U | 1998 |
Abyss | 2017 |
Revolution | 2017 |
Be Still My Heart | 2017 |
Twisted | 2006 |
Menage A Trois ft. Tela | 1999 |
Sho Nuff ft. 8Ball, MJG | 2006 |
Time | 2006 |
Survival | 2006 |
F*** Faces ft. Tela, Scarface, Too Short | 2009 |