swore I thought I heard Come on home Come on home Can't bear the thought of you Out there on your own I've been waiting for you And your time had finally come
a fact you got history But since we met I've been hearing your name in certain circles Pussy got a snap like a turtle And you can catch a nigga on the late night Coming
palmdale pimp ho bitch cant stand, twenty houses fifty cars stacy adams all star, shining like chrome ds bringin home all the cheese, black white japanese ladies down on
all on the line The whole wide world will know your name When you're standing there in victory lane Come on race fans get up on your feet and make some
'll never last This crazy loving feeling, soon it's gonna pass But day by day it's getting stronger than before Everytime I kiss your lips I keep coming on
we've got lots of catching up to do The thought of you is driving me right out of control Ain't nothing getting goin' in my way 'Cause babe I'm coming home
on a roll They show him no mercy Plenty of name calling And pushing my head in the toilet bowl They call him a loser But they won't get their hands on
's coming home Well, for sure, she opened the door Whipped out a three-foot fishing lure Sexually, that made me feel insecure Like the time I was a roadie On
she's coming home Well, for sure she opened the door Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure Sexually, that made me insecure Like the time I was a roadie On
man is truly dead when confident That's why we're all still waiting here so long Commandante, come back home Commandante, come back home Commandante, come back home
shiny cape Hangs in my bedroom closet Now I hear Miss Lane Wants to even the score Well I swing both wats, Lois Come and knock on my door I'm your superlover
Well baby, that's because you got those jeans on to tight Now let's just take 'em off What do you mean, "Let's just take 'em off?" Come on, take 'em
the outer-space perfected from a satellite? so what of the freeway, the blinker in the traffic jam? the other girl says "so what" when her best friend comes home
mix With a brand new bag Of magic and pixy dust Love hip hop Pray it never turns into lust Sing it out [chorus] [chorus] Commandante come back home
for a fact you got history But since we met, I've been hearing your name in certain circles Pussy got a snap like a turtle And you can catch a nigga on the late night Coming
