Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suave House , by - TelaRelease date: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suave House , by - TelaSuave 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 |