It may take a long time, but my house will last forevern- and it will have been worth it.nWhat are you going to build your house with?nn[Dove]nYo I'm stayin where we gettin crazy lovenMy noisy neighbors live just above menup in 13-A, there's drama e'rydaynThe Super say he gon' fix the heat for surenTchk, I done heard it five times beforenThree locks on every doorn- cause some folks got the tendency to takenIt ain't Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie MillsnI never knew love like this could ever existnFour corners in your metropolisnYo it's the PJays pah!nWe exquisite like cars made in foreignnSee ain't a day out here, ever boringnWhere gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoringnPipes dripping, instead of rivers pouringnThe elevator's broken down (daaaamn!)nand man I'm needin a liftnThank God we don't stay up on the twenty-fifthn- floor, yo we ain't always at warnIt's a lot about the Projects I do adorennChorus: Dove, DelnnBut you wouldn't understand itnThe PJays is like another planetnHeavy like granitenYou wouldn't understand itnThe cops will catch you drawers downnRed-handed, it's outlandishnBut you wouldn't understand itnThe PJays is like another planetnYou wouldn't understand itnThe cops will catch you drawers downnRed-handed, it's outlandishnYo it's the PJays..n{cau.. cause where I come from..}n{where we live is called the Projects -> Pos}n.. The PJays..n{cau.. cause where I come from..}n{you might-might-might, might get done..)n.. The PJays..n{cau.. cause where I come from..}n{where we live is called the Projects -> Pos}n.. The PJays..n{cau.. cause where I come from..}n{What was that you said?}nn[Del the Funky Homosapien]nCome to our projects bout fo' in the morningnSo I can tell you what be goin on therenOne block gunshots some hot stuffnSell it to you for a buck, boy that ain't enough!n(C'mon) Handcuffs on your brotherman; my wife's wonderinnWhen you gonna fix that tenant's plumbing man?nI'm tired - this ghetto's cool, but it's on firenI see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin wirednHookers for hire (what?) look at the plywood (look!)non the building where termites is living (EW)nMy wife sleeps peacefully, it ain't easy to mencause I'm tripping off these peoples with they thieverynBlack white chicano - hell if I knownEvery guy know about the stolen cell phonenI got the hook-up - police got me shook-upnin court, can't even fartnIt's okay though, I got the building, that pay doughnBut some tenants act like they can say no (hey)nI'm gettin older in my yearsnFeel me? I got a folder worth of fears (yup)nBut it's cool, we gotta make it better (make it better)nDon't take my sweater (c'mon) y'all make my head hurtnI ain't even gonna finish this song, it's too longnI'ma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thongnnChorus