Lyrics:
is quite the life for me
I meet a guy, his name is Al
I wanna keep him in my corral
But he says he's just a pal
Never comes around to try my
(Both)
That home cookin', home cookin'
Quiet life is quite the life for me
(Orchestral Break)
(Margaret)
I meet a guy, his name is Al
I wanna
Yeah, don't bother me Watch my motherfuckin' speech
Watch my words Call me streets, call me streets
Yeah, call me streets Safe by the bell
Call me
When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted some place to call my own.
And so I made the race, and staked me out a place,
I came to see you in the morning
They told me you ain't home
Tried giving you a call
You ain't picking up the phone
Now a nigga feeling low
My country road take me home
Take me to the place where I was born
My country road take me home
Back to the place where I come from
My country
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
momma I won't call you cute
Watch me count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
come to my house right now
You'll probably find a couple
O's in my pantry
Should be nervous cause me with
A pen is scary cause I bust like that pistol
home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
a certain clown was tryna leave you for sure
Running back around, jus come with me you insured
Any Given Sunday Willie Beamen allure
(Yeah umm umm uhmm uhmm
Sending you back to your regular life
Got somewhere to be so I'm catching a flight
Green light green light green light get the fuck up out my car
You not
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
really wanna wanna call me up, call me up, call me up when you really really wanna wanna
Verse 3 (Mitch Green)
9-1-7, 5-7-0, Fuck your boyfriend call me
And the green only made me clever
See God made three Bigs, two Pacs, but he only made one error
The Era
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your
looking through me; can't you hear it in my tone?
So then sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!
Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our calls
fooled by his charm
He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm
Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair
Check at your girl's house, he was
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
baby)
'Cause I need you to come back home (Come home)
All I need is for you to call
All I need is for you to (Call me)
Time to waste
I don't really have no time to waste
I just wanna go home with my baby
Now she wanna come my way
I know she wanna come with me
I know
see that you need me, oh
Days go by and I know you're weak inside
Just turn around and rely on me this time
So please, oh please, oh please come back
You see me cruisin' down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first serve basis
You know Hov' be goin'
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