Olu's House - Naji, Patches, Martin j. Ballou

Come through with a couple of brews

To Olu’s house

(Still never invited)

The smoke I blow got binary code

Feel my glow spark pipes with the pope

Ride in the ghost

Like Midas with gold

Name a kid from the 814 3−2-1

Sonin' em' like I am

Filet in the fry pan

No date for your lifespan

New flav for your taste buds

No hate for your fake love

And when I grow old

I’m still gonna die young

Ms. Malia Obama

Holla if you need dat ooh la la

I could be your new dada

I’ll fix you chicken masala

(I know it’s tasty)

I heard we the ones that you heard about

I heard that you heard through the word of mouth

If I had a dollar for

Every nigga that’s been overlooking

Shit that’s an absurd amount

Shit I guess that the word is out

Oh you heard that the wave is at Olu house

Oh you heard them plays coming unannounced

We been known

But we glad that you know it now

And they say «Patches, please wait up»

I say wait for what

I got paper to count

I need paper cuts

Heard my shit is good

Well good ain’t good enough

Good ain’t good enough

No, good ain’t good for us

Keep me on my toes

Keep me on my toes

Ooh ooh ooh wee

Make me lose control

Baby lose control

Ooh ooh shawty

Now I’d be lying if I told you

I was out here for just one night

But I know that if I told you that

You gon' do the things that I like

I got good convo, pink drinks

And I’m known to bring that

I got good convo, pink drinks

And I’m known to bring that pipe, uh

So here’s another new idea

We gon' skip the bed tonight, yeah

But be careful with the Ikea

Cause I’m still paying it off, aight yeah

Now what you doing with your clothes on

Grab some chicken grease

And put some gloves on

Stand on your head and sing a love song

I’m about to show you how to make love, ugh

Yeah I’m a foodie on a workbench

Finally stickin' to the whole plan

And I like my chicken with some breadcrumbs

Cause we doing flour not cocaine

Add a little egg mix it with the grease

If you want the chick to be aggressive

And start to focus like four players

That’s a wordplay

That’s my forté

Oh mama, mama, lemme be your fadda

We can be a thing like the Lannisters

(Wait)

Hmm, I heard your ex-nigga

Was a nigga that was basic

I bet that nigga never had the boy’s kick

Lemme console you with the joystick

And we don’t speak the same tongue

I’m teaching so she can play

With the boy’s dictionary

What you thought, man

Now I’m not one to tell you what to do

But I’mma relay some rules to you

First up, take your shoes off

Lay back on the couch

I wanna see that ass in some sweatpants now

Are you comfortable

It’s been a while

Since I seen your smile

And I wanna make a move

But you got me frozen

Man, your thighs are golden

And my eyes stay rolling

Up and down

Turn around

Lemme see you some more

Oooh

Get you a grand tour

This is the kitchen

Look at all them dishes

Lord, I need a witness

Keep it moving

Take you to the foyer

Oh wait you ain’t see the

Bedroom floor yet

Heh, we might not make it

Cause girl I got it bad

For you

I’m really really glad

You came through

Old boy don’t know what he had

But I do

Yeah, I do

Yeah, I do

I got it bad

Yeah, I got it bad

Oh baby

You had a new flavour lately

We could mix the salt with the berry

I play the cake, please play the cherry (chérie)