, this is called my home, this is where I belong And I'll always know where I'm from, It's this feeling that keeps me going on This is called my home
this is called my home, this is where I belong And I'll always know where I'm from, It's this feeling that keeps me going on This is called my home,
lawn Told me, if they get you, call Ruck with the rental My mental went rushing, who the fuck was buzzing Was it them niggaz that we stuck for them hundreds
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this
and make ya own moves. I make my own moves so I set my own place I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president does
its just this burnin Got me reelin! Call the law (and hold the applause) Call the law (and hold the applause) Bridge You coming home, but the birds are
s just this burnin' Got me reelin'! Call the law (and hold the applause) Call the law (and hold the applause) Bridge You coming home, but the birds are
E.T. ("Shine shine shine..") [One.Be.Lo] Yo, that night we both shined like a +Binary Star+ I still can't believe we let it go this far (far) This shorty
bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly
keep a grip yeah we flared up we red flags and caps This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized raza till eternity Putting dips up in this mutha
d write the Wyclezzy, Philosophy You can catch me on the blog, log on to Wyclef.com Welcome to the Clef's home, this is clef's home, And Soulja Boy got
just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause You comin' home (Zora) But the birds are gone (Zora, is
from the hills of Mayag ez And when I wrote my story The words flew from the page And my soul in solitary Escaped its iron cage Time is an ocean of
and get wet yeah yeah three pound in my waist, shank in my sock, you either get cut, get stuffed or get shot. this is the tale of captain jack sparrow
get rowdy And me and Bubba get bout it We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin' We
requested Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane Maintain the smoke Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk Eyeball you
