Tekst:
House Of Fools Pour Me Out

light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win

light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win

on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker [Hook] [Ludacris] Well pour out

' doggs out? Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? Who let them Eastside ridaz out

And pour sum of dat purple stuff Down here we're sippin' and blowin', ya, I know you herd of us Sometimes da game got me stressin' partner I can't lie I roll me

school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty refrigerator Family chew up now an laters No tv, just me there and the mc No gas, electric work The house

dress improvement steam I step out that bitch so clean I poured out some liquor on the street for that fool Todd He was a trill ass nigga never came at me

So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me I blaze

havin' fun And it's cool 'til a fool pull a loaded gun 'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots