Rodney's House - Audio Push

This shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen

Days ditchin', late night missions, word up

Oh yeah

Say this shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen

Days ditchin', late night missions, word up

Word, word, word up

My granny died, I told myself, «Ain't no more compromisin'»

Knew you’d turn your back on me, it’s not surprisin'

Stop the violence, stop the sirens, stop the gangin'

Yeah that’s what I’m preachin' 'til it’s my time to get even

At Uncle Rodney’s backflippin' off walls, stuntin' in drawers

I’m gettin' taller’s what my auntie keeps tellin' me when she see me

Whole street jumpin' like Jeff Hardy on TV

Jagged Edge bumpin', askin' for parties right off the CD, chitlins

Kickin' it, funky as George Clinton

My cousin make muddy money, still movin' perscriptions

Can’t listen to most the shit that they’re kickin', pure repetition

Follow my soul to be somewhere different, no recognition needed

Weeded out the bad energy, I ain’t need it

Zetus Lapetus, you gotta come to space to see this

I drove and both to the hospitals bleedin'

Been a real one since ditchin' fourth period with all of my heathens

I keep it