Lyrics:
Send this out to all the friends of my little home town up north of here, up on the river:
Slow days of Summer, in this old town,
Sun goes across
And out of the mercy of Allah and
The law written in our nature
We call an individual into existence
And when that individual comes
I make no
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home
Than asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine
You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
asparagus out of season
No, my darling, this is the reason
Why you've got to be mine
You'd be so nice to come to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
One of these days and it won't be long (it won't be long now)
One of these days and it won't be long (you bound to come up)
One of these days
Boo-ah-ah
I got the good life, no strife, real nice
An I'm a papa my son Trey haha
An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone
But then he smile an come
I left home to never come back
But I want you, but I want you
Your persuasion brought me back
'Cause I want you, 'cause I want you
Expectation
grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
Yeah, Dawg home
I break your jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
Rappers don't come
Went back to school yo, the next day
Didn't look at home girls the same way
Started askin' neighbors can they girls come out to play
Instead of hide
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
You who are her maidens come take me by
pictures in my clothes cause she likes the Saks
They like david come home I been on the road
I don't need no handouts bitch, I'm used to being all alone
I
mind
Lead you somewhere far from home
I'll be here by your side
You don't have to walk alone
I won't let you down
I won't let you down
We can dance it
Frightened by her own shadow
Now she wants to go home
Many names for one G-d
Trotting on, through the façade
You were all my children
Got a dig for that
mind
Lead you somewhere far from home
I'll be here by your side
You don't have to walk alone
I won't let you down
I won't let you down
We can dance it
mind
Lead you somewhere far from home
I'll be here by your side
You don't have to walk alone
I won't let you down
I won't let you down
We can dance it
and they strut
Dead you gone
They don't give a fuck
So blow it and stunt cuz nigga we up
Grind on the daily this shit ain't by luck
Weed for the stress
home from my local pub, I’m fucked
I’m tripping over these cobbled streets
I’ve got wobbly knees and I’m chafing in these tight jeans
It’s half three my
too
So shawty come my way
Oooooo
You know it’s home with me
So come my way
So Come my way
U & I yeah thats something gifted
Girl your really different
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