Full House Lyrics - Heems

Chorus (Troy Ave) x2 

I be out in the club I got my hammer on 

Couple bitch out in the club ain't got no panties on 

You could pop a bottle of drugs and get your Danny on 

It's a full house we partyin' to the early morn' 

Verse 1 (Troy Ave) 

Allow me to reintroduce myself 

Real recognize real you don't need that help 

Troy Ave in the building flaunting my wealth 

Money, powder and respect and liquor top-shelf 

Pour a little cup, turn the fuck up 

Weed in the blunt, burn the fuck up 

I'm high as a kite flown by a seven footer 

I'm a Brooklyn boy it don't get no hooder (Powder) 

Shake ya ass, show me what you're working with 

Thirstin ass, oh you trying to work a dick 

Ok, unbuck the Hermes 

This a joystick bitch you wan' play let's play 

Front, back side to side 

Skipped every base, went home with the slide 

Gold pack safe, roll that eighth 

Kush cloud rain on your parade 

Peace! 

Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) 

Verse 2 (Troy Ave) 

Trick what, lace who? That ain't what Ave do 

Know a lot of girls that would love to replace you 

Flowing like I'm a Mase boo, powder on the track 

Four-pounder on my waist, any problem I react 

Like a madman, Mad Max, Son Sam 

Kick it with my dogs we hustlin' goin' ham (Powder) 

Pork on my fork 'cus your girl made me bacon 

I just make real money real shit, no fakin' 

Hard denim, cars women, big spendin' 

Imagine all the people who don't, John Lennon (all the people!) 

Beat a little pussy and smoke, Fonz livin' 

Pop my collar I'm cooler than the ceiling, fan 

Goddamn the club on tilt 

Nobody don't front then nobody get killed 

I'm all about the peace when I'm riding in my Benz 

She hopped in with me and gave a fuck about her friends 

Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) 

Bridge (Heems) x4 

What's your zodiac sign? 

Verse 3 (Heems) 

Hiroshima (Hiroshima) 

She just Hima (he just Hima) 

Sim simma (sim simma) 

Riding in my Beama 

Riding with my hoodlums 

Ain't that you with the Muslims (Queens) 

Yo I cam from the bottom, yeah my folks had nothing 

People (seen), you gotta be about something 

Take for example me and this stunting 

So much Hermes I look like a pumpkin 

Hermes Heems and my scarf cost a stack though 

Blowing up my spots like Bashir did yo Jacko (whoops!) 

My friend from DR said make something official (Dominican Republic) 

Yo he pack a pistol, and wanna cop missles 

ME I'm 'bout my wallet not no gun like diallo 

A foolish father figure that folks fiend like to follow (Ashanti) 

From Creedmoor in Queens, Himanshu a crazy 

I'm a mayor shake hands and kiss babies 

I'm a mayor kiss hands and shake babies 

I'm bout my paper like fuck you, pay me! 

Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) 

Hey, ho! Gimme 20 dollars...