Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi - Two Story Town lyrics

Geah, uh

In the muthafuckin' house

Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh

Ain't nuthin' but the Eihthype thugs nigga

Geah

(stick 'em)

Compton in this bitch

Check it out, geah

I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit

That you gots to fuck with, uh

So stand back cause I don't want my funk to rub off

On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh

I'm giving that brain a little tickle

You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle

Uh fool, you know I'm too cold

I'll leave that ass hanging

Dangling like a bitch on hold (stick 'em)

Gets off my thing

You cling like static

I spits like a fucking automatic (brrr)

Classy bitches, I'm in 'em, uh

I'm deadly like poison, fucking snakes venom

Your parents say don't do me (uh uh)

But I'm the bomb so they run right to me (run run run)

As you inhale everything seems right

Ready to take you on that late night hype (get em)

The endoness

Westside

Geah, c'mon uh

The endoness, uh (stick em)

Damn, must be the shit

Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn)

Must be the chronic

Invincible like Steve Austin... ddddddddddd... bionic

I touch the brains of many

The more you want the more you get (geah), no shit

You'll find all kinds but none like this

You need this

The shit - that seedless

A brand new trip

Exciting as your cells do back flips (c'mon uh)

I might just fuck up your sinus

And put that ass to sleep like Linus

So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times

That ass is mine, geah

I'ma take you through

Virtue - reality, it won't hurt you

The endoness

Aaah, come on, uh geah

Eihthype in the house, nigga

Eihthype in the house, get 'em

Uh, Eihthype in the house, nigga

We funky, we funky, geah, stick 'em

Compton, nigga c'mon

Watch out now don't hit it too long

Just save a little for your friends and get some more

If they got ends (what up erb)

Get it from the Hub and take no chances

Smoked out no doubt your brain enhances

Put your brain on drugs (that's right)

Hypnotised by the Eihthype thugs

Want beach blonde muthafuckas in nappy-head dreads

No stress take the boo-yaa bomb instead

And I'm the only one that got it

You fucking with that bullshit baby, we gon' spot it

Out of your lungs comes blow up (oh yeah)

You shouldn't've fucked on that weed now you throw up

Paranoid and you twitching

Heat waves, wake up nigga start switching

Because we just can't fuck with that stress

We take you on that late nite hype to the endoness

Aaahh, geah

Eihthype in the house, nigga

Eihthype in the house, nigga

Geah

Eihthype in the house nigga geah

West Side, we funky

Eastside, we funky

Or whatever side you from nigga

We funky now

We funky...

Uh, Eihthype in this bitch

Compton in this bitch

We funky now

Geah

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