It may take a long time, but my house will last forever
- and it will have been worth it.
What are you going to build your house with?
[Dove]
Yo I`m stayin where we gettin crazy love
My noisy neighbors live just above me
up in 13-A, there`s drama e`ryday
The Super say he gon` fix the heat for sure
Tchk, I done heard it five times before
Three locks on every door
- cause some folks got the tendency to take
It ain`t Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie Mills
I never knew love like this could ever exist
Four corners in your metropolis
Yo it`s the PJays pah!
We exquisite like cars made in foreign
See ain`t a day out here, ever boring
Where gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoring
Pipes dripping, instead of rivers pouring
The elevator`s broken down (daaaamn!)
and man I`m needin a lift
Thank God we don`t stay up on the twenty-fifth
- floor, yo we ain`t always at war
It`s a lot about the Projects I do adore
Chorus: Dove, Del
But you wouldn`t understand it
The PJays is like another planet
Heavy like granite
You wouldn`t understand it
The cops will catch you drawers down
Red-handed, it`s outlandish
But you wouldn`t understand it
The PJays is like another planet
You wouldn`t understand it
The cops will catch you drawers down
Red-handed, it`s outlandish
Yo it`s the PJays..
{cau.. cause where I come from..}
{where we live is called the Projects -> Pos}
.. The PJays..
{cau.. cause where I come from..}
{you might-might-might, might get done..)
.. The PJays..
{cau.. cause where I come from..}
{where we live is called the Projects -> Pos}
.. The PJays..
{cau.. cause where I come from..}
{What was that you said?}
[Del the Funky Homosapien]
Come to our projects bout fo` in the morning
So I can tell you what be goin on there
One block gunshots some hot stuff
Sell it to you for a buck, boy that ain`t enough!
(C`mon) Handcuffs on your brotherman; my wife`s wonderin
When you gonna fix that tenant`s plumbing man?
I`m tired - this ghetto`s cool, but it`s on fire
I see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin wired
Hookers for hire (what?) look at the plywood (look!)
on the building where termites is living (EW)
My wife sleeps peacefully, it ain`t easy to me
cause I`m tripping off these peoples with they thievery
Black white chicano - hell if I know
Every guy know about the stolen cell phone
I got the hook-up - police got me shook-up
in court, can`t even fart
It`s okay though, I got the building, that pay dough
But some tenants act like they can say no (hey)
I`m gettin older in my years
Feel me? I got a folder worth of fears (yup)
But it`s cool, we gotta make it better (make it better)
Don`t take my sweater (c`mon) y`all make my head hurt
I ain`t even gonna finish this song, it`s too long
I`ma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thong
Chorus
