Yolanda's House Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed 

Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust 

The way I fell cracked the face of my watch 

My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" 

Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out 

Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens 

I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron 

Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin' 

May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath 

The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest 

Tryin' to focus up and make progress 

That's what I get for slingin' in them projects 

Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin' 

Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling 

Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits 

While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick 

Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch 

I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck 

Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box? 

She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops 

Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie 

Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's 

So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door 

Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw 

So he jumped up balls out, I hid in the closet 

I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet! " 

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Now let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on? 

Should've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong 

Bustin' in here on the government shit 

Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits 

She's asthmatic and you laughin' son 

I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin' tryin' to grab the gun 

Shit's real man, you spazzin' dun 

There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run 

You know we family like Crack and Pun 

But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one 

Now can it be that you hot lord? 

You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for? 

Can't believe you blowin' the spot lord 

My chick is buggin', she trippin' 

My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers 

Now I'm caught up in the drug sting 

Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on 

Can't understand it, it's a thug thing 

And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon 

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I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds 

Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work 

He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me 

Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt 

You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it 

The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out 

Her little brother wanted two bricks 

You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six 

All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick 

He told me foul shit, wild shit 

That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit 

Hit me with some other talk, him in New York 

They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork 

That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses 

Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost 

He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm 

And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm