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People, your boy Banks is back
And this is a Timbaland track
This is my house bitch I run this
(I'll house you, girl, I'll house you)
This is my house
(I'll house you, you in my house now)
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
(I'll house you, girl, you in my house now)
Hey, your under my roof, so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots
I can't tell you they names, I just know they loose
Prefer mix the Cranberry and the goose
A little Armor and that's at least a hundred proof
Now shorty's eyes wide from the Bentley and the Coupes
She can't stop stealin', so she trippin' off the stoop

And I'm a beware of mine, no tellin' the truth
Let's run a menage trois and hit the booth
I got a big pool and a room full of bathin' suits
See y'all can go swim, while I get in
I'll show you how to make a million dollars with a pen
I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin
I can't complain a top model's in the Benz
Her wheels is shinnin' like it's diamonds in the rims
Just gimme a day or two, I'm climbin' in her friends
I do what I do 'cause
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
(I'll house you, girl, you in my house now)
Hey, watch how you speak
'Cause I don't slip or squeak I got the heat
If you get outta line, you'll be in the street
Ambulance man tryin' to cover up the leak
And nobody to care if they get you in a week
I rather go there split a swisher with a freak
And get a lap dance while I listen to the beat
She's a beauty and petite, I can lift her off her feet
If she gets in a spur, we don't fuck in hur
I'm iced out, so she don't see nothin' but a blur
Be careful where you rub, don't get nothin' on the fur
You know we got them things, so the drama don't occur
You front 'cause you drunk, yo' ass gettin' jumped
I'm high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk
Don't make them niggaz dump yo' ass in the trunk
They remembers a black mask and a pump
Them niggaz should have told you
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
(I'll house you, girl, you in my house now)

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After 25 years at the right hand of Machel Montano and Xtatik, Darryl Henry a.k.a Farmer Nappy has embarked on a new venture to develop his solo career. This venture began in mid May 2007, when he traveled to Barbados to work with the award winning producers, De Red Boyz (Mikey ‘Red Dawg’ Hulsmeier & Scott Galt). Nappy offers heartfelt gratitude to Frank Coppin a.k.a Foreigner Frank for sealing the deal and uniting him with De Red Boyz to produce the first song of his solo career.

Read more about Farmer Nappy on Last.fm.


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