Songtexte:
The Group Home Be Like That

to be like that Straight like that, real like that Where my Brooklyn niggas at? Why, it got to be like that Straight like that, real like that Where

to be like that Straight like that, real like that Where my Brooklyn niggas at? Why, it got to be like that Straight like that, real like that Where

my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone I'm wood like a group home Ghetto like a payphone Jake

dem a flex Like some dapa's and doops Gimme some space To burn di nincompoops Why should ghetto youths dem have to war over cheese wid these big machines That

home no stop over Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven A

there gonna be nothing to do (laughter) Yeah, and that's funny! Oh, hang on... Wanna be free babe, wanna be free I made up my mind, that's where I wanna be That

like (HUH) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.. .. "There's no love to be

you gonna get that? Hannah: Uh Uh no! I'm talking to you that would be rude! OK shes not home! Lily: Wow that was weird Hannah: Uh why don't I just give

was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you it's like a dick all up in you, although