Artist: Lounge Lo f/ Crunch Lo, Desert Eagle Album: Simpstonian Institute Song: Trap House Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Lounge Lo] Stoneys... yoooooooo... Crunch Lo, what up, man? Yo, come downstairs Stone Desert, I see you, boy Whatever... [Lounge Lo] Aiyo, Stoney, what it be's like, I'm back in the background And while you was grinding, niggaz put that cash down Unless they wanted me dead, but they don't clap rounds And so they passed the bread, told my man to act out So he backed out with a Mac out, and black out Hit the nigga top with a shot, and then he dashed out Got a connect, O.T., in the crackhouse They go on par then and show what the Stat 'bout Slash four hundred and something, aiyo, peace Brim Yo, I'm in, yes, who? Crackhead pumpkin Wop City, yes, the era, the Stones forever Guerilla Hill all day, but the hallway's better Know niggaz that'll sneak in ya house, run through ya cheddar And fuck ya wife's mouth while you watch and let her And it's the O.K. Corral, man, no matter the weather I throw two up in ya coat and watch you scatter with feathers [Desert Eagle] You don't really want it with the wideback bully You can't see my face in this pointy black hoody Ratchet on my waist, clip filled 'til I pull 'im If I catch him out of pocket, you know I'm gon' do 'im You speaking through the wire, ya boy Young Chris'll snoop 'im I'm the Marlon of the movement, commando of the troopers Send them corners boy at you, plant one in ya medula I've grown to love rap, but the passion is the Ruger Nigga, I'm here to teach ya, ya boy came back to school ya Get one question wrong, get slapped with a ruler I, am the prophecy, the lion of Judah Nigga, stop it, I'm the topic when they come to the shooters [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, I'm Black Hawk Down in the bushes with the choppers Soon as you appear, break you off, something proper Swiss cheese a nigga for big figures There ain't enough room, so a third of y'all is getting consumed I'm a beast, I smell the blood, squeeze the nectar out of a thug Live wire niggaz get turned to unplugged We the ice grill, scarred up mugs, from out Stat If you floss too much, we gon' run in ya trap Take it all like a divorce, the workers and the boss Get pressured, come for test us, you're taking a loss This is course 101, thuggery, keep a gun on me A near hit from the rear, it's Crunch Lo, nigga, in here [Chorus: Desert Eagle] Do it like the O.K. Corral and black out Stoneys get wild on the Isle, what the chat 'bout? Run in y'all mouth, to a weapon get backed out Finger-fucking ya stash, all up in the trap house We could get down, nigga what? Let's black out Stoneys get wild on the Isle, what the chat 'bout? Run in y'all mouth, to a weapon get backed out Finger-fucking ya stash, all up in the trap house [Outro: Lounge Lo] Aiyo, Desert, man, what's good with you, my yessa? Crunch Lo, there ain't nothing changed, my yessa Huh? The Stone Gang, man... Y'all know what it is, man... I see y'all... Hillside Stones... The Stone Scrambler Gang... Hah! I.N.F.-Black, I see you... Fase, Hah! Yeah, man... Staten Island, One-five-tray... Reez, Fox and them boys, Samolian gang, I see y'all over there Hah! J.J.P., you know what it be, man... Word up, Sun God, I see you, nigga, I see you, boy Get that shit rough, T.M.F., Trife, Wigs, Whispers... Hola at ya yessa, man, y'all know what we do... Staten Island... Guerilla Hill all day Stone Gang Beneeni, man Stoney... yoooooooooo....