Lyrics:
Oh, what a night, yo, that I've just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, no, this
view, tiny, two by two
When the boys come marching home
(Home, marching home)
(Home, marching home)
When the boys come marching home
(When the boys
new way, brand new day
Give it to me, alright
You know the mother called the father on the telephone
She cried, "My God I’m so upset"
She said the boy
It come like them boy there Ashley (Told me turn)
I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee (Su su)
Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band
boys. Let's take it away
A one, a two. A one, two, three
It's a brand-new day, get out of bed
We've got a great adventure up ahead
There's lots to do, no
I'm coming home, I'm coming home to your house.
Boy there's so many things to give.
I've been aware of your charms for so long
And there's nothing
callin' shorty dream girl, now I'm fuckin' shorty in Houston
I brought her to my home so when niggas groupin' and bitches boostin'
Was on that ass since
front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be
Home away from home, this my home away from home
Home away from home, this my home away from home
Home away from home, this my home away from home
make them boys dump
It's like that for real
It's like that for real
Yo, yeah
If you hit 'em in the head with the dummies
Then you good
Funeral homes
I just called the plug, he bringin' it home
Better stay strapped with the chrome
Brand new bitch, she in my zone
Just got the check, I'm already
grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her
a poor boy lookin' for a home
Lookin' for a place to call my own
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Poor boy lookin' for a home
Well the boll weevil find
the playas do
Why don't you come by my house and bring your homegirls too
So we can have a pool party, bikini's and skins
Alazay's, moet, who got the hen
Let
the Oscars
Fuckers are out, cause you niggas in positions
Tell me who bought it, I betcha they doubt me
I'm tryna go get me a couple of dollars
These niggas
fabulous! I really, really hate you.
PRICE:
In movies about women written by men
Clever means curt and petty
Whispered words about boys and clothes
Are
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
Send it home
Get it and I send it home
I just hit a lick right now and I'd be dumb if I don't send it home
I hit a lick right now and I'd dumb if I
The great Irish surgeon and the Manhattan whore
Got a highway to hell that run right by the door
That young Billy rode west on as a dangerous teen
cnd Oscar
Verse 1
Walking with your friend, in the middle of the road,
Just heading back to your Grandma's home,
Mr. Policeman harshly tells you where to go,
Keep me some cash
Keep me racks
Glock 19 no we cant lack
Brand new choppa
Brand new strap
Brand new draco
Brand new uzi
Smoke dat boy just like
too much to handle
(Fuck with ya boy)
Leave that lame nigga at home you need to
(Fuck with ya boy) fuck with ya boy
Fuck with ya boy, fuck with ya boy
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account self cary some weight
I no de like talk with no evidence
Yes you dor see milli but no
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