(Brooklyn) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm
could Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) It ain't nothing sweet down here Guns pop for niggas to eat down here (BROOKLYN) [Chorus x2] Home Sweet Home Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm
Übersetzung: MOP. Home Sweet Home.
I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) For your mom I'm (flowinin
ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and
out, out out), smoked out (out, out, out), choked out (out, out, out), pull another O (out, out, out) Let's get P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded) [Chorus
noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning
Turner, with the burner [Inspectah Deck] I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet chrome Hard heads call it home sweet home I rep that, hat
shit's the best (Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home) * overlapping R's last line I storm
tacky cause all the people care about is what I'm wearing in the bag it should be about the sweet fuckin album lets talk about the fact you want a sweet
you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
on some dudes home movies [Chorus] [Norah Jones] Soon the new day, breaks the dawn [Talib Kweli] Tomorrow I'll be like Were am I? What's your name? Gotta go, I'm
fo' Left the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey) Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
hooked I'm a pothead, everyone look, and point your fingers At the bad guys, with the cottonmouths and glass eyes Huh, fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing
home and when them folks let me go I made sure that his books was on and 3 months later that nigga cam home too and ain't no limit to this shit 'cause
that shit's the best (Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home) [*overlapping R's last line] I
I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats
