Übersetzung: HAWK. Coming Home.
] I'm coming home, coming home to you There's plenty hoes out there, but they'll never compare Never do, the things you do I'm coming home, straight home
rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie I'm all real, the one, the raw deal Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
a while for you to come get with me Oooh, ahhh, she touched my heart This could be the sign of a wonderful start Cause my love is that deep To some it is a
's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, a.k.a
out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with
With cops chasing me all the way till I got home I got away gain, why, you know what I did? I ran my black ass home and to them I'm still a fugitive
punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole
out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out I'm insane by a longshot, hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre A short nigga with
there) Und in der straße Wär' jedes mädchen Gl??cklich mit ihm Doch ich geb' ihn niemals her Denn ich liebe ihn so sehr Könnt ihr
all black Chuck's) I'm so high, I'm on a money making mission Navigating a Expedition, side panels full of chickens [H.A.W.K.:] Money by the tons, weed
of it followed up by a K No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape Unless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a K bitch [Hook x
so many G's I'm from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy's just like a shark-a I be sniping on boys, straight
dues Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way But one of these days gone be out there It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
(feat. Fat Pat and H.A.W.K.) [Sample from: DJ DMD's "25 Lighters"] [Fat Pat] Niggas betta see a nigga roll Starched down and I'm rollin on eighty fours
Verse Two: H.A.W.K.] Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit I'ma come down, I'ma come through
actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home Then smack the [? ], wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone [Chorus: w/ ad-libs in background] If you
