get into this} {Shoulda never came home with this bitch} You lowdown dirty woman Back to where you come from But baby, wait But wait, my ass Hit the streets, your ass is
shine As your February clears Would your March just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear
your car, why you frozen? Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours The world is lost, the world is
'm stayin' home tonight I don't wanna go nowhere I'm just gonna love you, baby All night long I wanna rub your back And kiss your feet Romantically I wanna be yours
't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right,
home I am going out to see what I can sow And I don't know where I'll go And I don't know what I'll see But I'll try not to bring it back home with me
paper And I don't hear this shit when I bring home paper My ears to the streets, what you gonna tell us? You keep talkin' down, girl, you sound like you jealous This is
tell you that god Was gonna bless you one day And God have blessed you He have blessed you with sound and music Through your heart, through your finger Through your
can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas, who Go fuckin' wit one of my own No no, wrong, any place where my chrome Left devils at they home
ll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the graveyard, nigga where your brave heart
to life then me and my Benz When my mama told to speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to heart So don't fuck up your life, 'fore it starts Some
a-bye your baby 'round 'til everything gets hazy. Hush-a-bye, I'm gonna buy you this and that, you hear your daddy sing. Then baby goes home to her flat
re a poor young factory boy Blowing on your trumpet With a home on the back of your horse Oh, this is a separation I can't believe this is the end I
sick I heard the sound of thunder In the place where all the poets sing I couldn't get out, I couldn't get in I'm hearing you, I'm hearing you I looked
here we stand in our secret place Where the sound of the crowd is so far away You take my hand, and it feels like home We both understand, it's where
not be pushed aside and turned Into your own all 'cause you won't Listen Listen, I am alone at a crossroads I'm not at home in my own home And I've
a cold and im speaking But im cold and im sneezing But im grown and breathin. Hear the tone in my speaking And it's home where he's preaching. Both of