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"It may take a long time, but my house will last forever - and it will have been worth it. What are you going to build your house with?"
[Dove] Yo I`m stayin where we gettin crazy love My noisy neighbors live just above me up in 13-A, there`s drama e`ryday The Super say he gon` fix the heat for sure Tchk, I done heard it five times before Three locks on every door - cause some folks got the tendency to take It ain`t Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie Mills I never knew love like this could ever exist Four corners in your metropolis Yo it`s the PJays pah! We exquisite like cars made in foreign See ain`t a day out here, ever boring Where gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoring Pipes dripping, instead of rivers pouring The elevator`s broken down (daaaamn!) and man I`m needin a lift Thank God we don`t stay up on the twenty-fifth - floor, yo we ain`t always at war It`s a lot about the Projects I do adore
Chorus: Dove, Del
But you wouldn`t understand it The PJays is like another planet Heavy like granite You wouldn`t understand it The cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it`s outlandish But you wouldn`t understand it The PJays is like another planet You wouldn`t understand it The cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it`s outlandish "Yo it`s the PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"where we live is called the Projects" -> Pos} ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"you might-might-might, might get done..") ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"where we live is called the Projects" -> Pos} ".. The PJays.." {"cau.. cause where I come from.."} {"What was that you said?"}
[Del the Funky Homosapien] Come to our projects bout fo` in the morning So I can tell you what be goin on there One block gunshots some hot stuff Sell it to you for a buck, boy that ain`t enough! (C`mon) Handcuffs on your brotherman; my wife`s wonderin When you gonna fix that tenant`s plumbing man? I`m tired - this ghetto`s cool, but it`s on fire I see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin wired Hookers for hire (what?) look at the plywood (look!) on the building where termites is living (EW) My wife sleeps peacefully, it ain`t easy to me cause I`m tripping off these peoples with they thievery Black white chicano - hell if I know Every guy know about the stolen cell phone I got the hook-up - police got me shook-up in court, can`t even fart It`s okay though, I got the building, that pay dough But some tenants act like they can say no (hey) I`m gettin older in my years Feel me? I got a folder worth of fears (yup) But it`s cool, we gotta make it better (make it better) Don`t take my sweater (c`mon) y`all make my head hurt I ain`t even gonna finish this song, it`s too long I`ma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thong
Chorus
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