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f/ The Suave House Family

[Hook: NOLA]

Welcome to that Suave House

Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out

Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt

Suave House bout to turn the lights out

I say welcome to that Suave House

Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out

Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt

Suave House bout to turn the lights out

[Lokey]

First of all before it starts

Suave thicker than the Million-Man March

Khakis starched as I flow through the cut like Noah's Ark

Who's that slippin' in the dark

It's the L-O-K-E-Y

A killer like Jack the Ripper but slicker than SupaFly

Bull's-eye, stay focused on my green like infrared beams

Livin' like kings, when Draper put the scientist on the team

Now it's in my blood stream

I'm Suave playa till the dusk

Construct some murder shit for all my niggas in the cut

[O.C.]

It's O.C. the Sinister killin' ya

Here to administer, with from holy scripts

Releasin' explicit, miniature scriptures that lift ya mental

Get into a mind state, niggas fabricate

See can they duplicate the shit that we create

I orchestrate throughout the night and congregate with killers

Watchin' fake MC's evacuate the premises BLAH it's too late

Another murder, no post rate

Fuckin' with this Suave shit flies us around planet as the Earth rotates

[Loc]

No doubt, it's Suave House the residence

It's evident I represent my click till I'm deceased like dead presidents

My regiment is full of soldiers swoopin' like vultures

They should've told ya, Loc gon' put it down like he's supposed to

[Khadabi]

You niggas peep the game, ain't shit changed

Except you small change and you hydroplane

And Suave House niggas we made like stains, on yo bitch's brain

I coochie for playas with loochie from verbal slang

[Ona-One]

I'm breakin' niggas like speed limits

So hit it before you kick it, think twice if you lick it

Even you don't wanna risk it

If it's dry, twist it, flick it, make me sick with it

Don't forget your pieces in it, now watch me spit it

Up and down ya spleen hittin' every nerve like nicotine

I'm about that cream nigga, save ya dreams and make me scream

Madam don't give a fuck about nothin' or nobody, not shit

So come equipped, you fuckin' sick

You cannot get with this, even at the club spot

When orderin' me a drink make sure it's nitro-glycerin on rocks

You know that street traffic be drastic

That's why I'm not havin' it

Exposin' all you fakers to my Suave click, aww shit

I'm the first, second, third, fourth, fifth evil bitch

With the clip that'll strip you from ya hips

Leavin' punk niggas with a knuckle print

So checkin' chins in the 9-6, this shit is a sinch

[Hook]

[Thorough]

I crucify clicks like a cult, dialect is difficult

The result, mental lock like a dead-bolt

On ya cranium, I'm stainin' em' like paintballs

Ain't y'all tired of bein' shot, don't cha' shirt need a wash

Watch yourself cause Thorough be on the hunt

Plus him hungry and he know exactly what he want

Pronunciate the poetry that they wouldn't say

And represent the sound that they wouldn't play

Do away with paper weights with my paper mate

Immobilize your vibe and paralyze ya rhyme rate

Take ya conscience and shake it like a nation

Now ya dumb founded tryin' to find my location

It's still Suave House and I'm the first tenant

Be attentive when I send it or you might not get it

Limit three and a half mics cause the Source is bias

But yet still three and a half mill will buy us

[Hook]

[NOLA]

Like babies killed in the boat

And this rap fashion shit is blown

Way outta proportion, Mrs. Incline

Versace, Armani best wines are fine

Materialistic shit we decline

Cause rappers are gettin' weerier

All I'm hearin' is the clothing of material

We ain't carin' what cha' wearin'

Gangsta niggas live the area

Fill the tech, shall we lecture upon this record

I keep the Suave House record on ya dresser

Supposedly, NOLA come one mo' again, cause unknowingly

You done fucked up my trees

Like vegetarians eatin' pork and wine

Bags under mine, receivin' dicks from behind

Bottom line, it's gettin' serrious and furious

I'm on my period, attitude is rudeness, this the mood bitch

It's that Suave click

[Hook]

[Tela]

Now who's the motherfucker ready to rap and bust a cap

The haters want my snap to watch these hoes shit collapse

A nigga that get in my way get his ass kicked and attacked

It's like the loops of the water,Suave started perhaps

Bloody maps, citizen traps, seekin' dress ya can't find

Puttin' ya bitch in a box who brought you seven different signs

I'm decomposin' those that's opposin' my rhymes

I'm leavin' ya ass frozen BING by the corners and lines

You actin' bad, motherfucker is you mad

Yo nigga's crew is bad, Tony Draper's runnin' that

I bring the fuckin' shit that a bitch can't touch

I'm leavin' ya ass in the gas and blowin' ya fuckin' shit up

Bust, the gravel travels like a travel

It ain't reliable, fuck the motherfuckin' outcome

That nigga Tela be kind of like raw

Cause I done seen what I saw and now i'm breakin' the law

[Hook]

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