this wayyyy. I've tried so hard to make things right But nothings really changed I wish it didnt have to be this way. What keeps me holding ooooon. This
steps back You wont admit your false to keep your pride intact I wish it didnt have to be this way I wish it didnt have to be this wayyyy. I
steps back You wont admit your false to keep your pride intact I wish it didnt have to be this way I wish it didnt have to be this wayyyy. I've tried
Übersetzung: Home Grown. This Way.
once again it's on You must be smokin on that Cheech & Chong Think you can handle with somethin this wrong; with somethin this wrong Just write it
the real - that's all I know, nigga Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga They witnessed me
settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's Hittin' your home
I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here And take another broad on V.L. to do this year Now every car I ride
the Inner Sanctum Big Tim from the Group Home, they got it goin on And to everybody from Brooklyn for stayin behind me all this time Latin Quarter days, (??) allathat, check this
a latch key kid before she?s even grown, All we really need to do is give the girl a chance, Put her on a road where there?s no way back, To the life
lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
sake of arriving with you Well its all for the sake of arriving with you We could make this into anything We could make this grow and become what we?ll be This
to show that you've known Christ Just as sho (sure) as you've grown right, fruit will show in your home life I pray this encourages you when this is received
in America! I live in America! [Verse 3] [Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real Showin' the world how Americans feel With home-grown
me) We came too far pretty thing, yeahh (I know what time it is) (You just gotta give a nigga time to grow up you know what I'm saying) (That was way
Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game Lil' Latasha sure grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven So come home Maybe
