Troy Ave - Full House lyrics

Chorus (Troy Ave) x2 I be out in the club I got my hammer on Couple b**h out in the club ain't got no panties on You could pop a bottle of d** and get your Danny on It's a full house we partyin' to the early morn' Verse 1 (Troy Ave) Allow me to reintroduce myself Real recognize real you don't need that help Troy Ave in the building flaunting my wealth Money, powder and respect and liquor top-shelf Pour a little cup, turn the f** up Weed in the blunt, burn the f** up I'm high as a kite flown by a seven footer I'm a Brooklyn boy it don't get no hooder (Powder) Shake ya a**, show me what you're working with Thirstin a**, oh you trying to work a dick Ok, unbuck the Hermes This a joystick b**h you wan' play let's play Front, back side to side Skipped every base, went home with the slide Gold pack safe, roll that eighth Kush cloud rain on your parade Peace! Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) Verse 2 (Troy Ave) Trick what, lace who? That ain't what Ave do Know a lot of girls that would love to replace you Flowing like I'm a Mase boo, powder on the track Four-pounder on my waist, any problem I react Like a madman, Mad Max, Son Sam Kick it with my dogs we hustlin' goin' ham (Powder) Pork on my fork 'cus your girl made me bacon I just make real money real sh**, no fakin' Hard denim, cars women, big spendin' Imagine all the people who don't, John Lennon (all the people!) Beat a little p**y and smoke, Fonz livin' Pop my collar I'm cooler than the ceiling, fan Goddamn the club on tilt Nobody don't front then nobody get k**ed I'm all about the peace when I'm riding in my Benz She hopped in with me and gave a f** about her friends Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) Bridge (Heems) x4 What's your zodiac sign? Verse 3 (Heems) Hiroshima (Hiroshima) She just Hima (he just Hima) Sim simma (sim simma) Riding in my Beama Riding with my hoodlums Ain't that you with the m**ms (Queens) Yo I cam from the bottom, yeah my folks had nothing People (seen), you gotta be about something Take for example me and this stunting So much Hermes I look like a pumpkin Hermes Heems and my scarf cost a stack though Blowing up my spots like Bashir did yo Jacko (whoops!) My friend from DR said make something official (Dominican Republic) Yo he pack a pistol, and wanna cop missles ME I'm 'bout my wallet not no gun like diallo A foolish father figure that folks fiend like to follow (Ashanti) From Creedmoor in Queens, Himanshu a crazy I'm a mayor shake hands and kiss babies I'm a mayor kiss hands and shake babies I'm bout my paper like f** you, pay me! Chorus x2 (Troy Ave) Hey, ho! Gimme 20 dollars...