Lyrics:
that you're on your way
Girl, I'm dyin' inside, will you return from your ride
And make everything okay
Till then when a car drives by with that look in
HOME
I'M COMIN' HOME,.. I'M COMIN' HOME,.. I'M COMIN' HOME
ALL ROADS LEAD HOME
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
kickin' it
My girl came home, I told her shit had been
Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me
She pulled her skirt up, and said, "He could need some
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
pop it
It's going down for real
Your girl just kissed a girl, I do bi (chicks)
Shake for a Sheikh, I'm throwing these Emirates in the sky
bobby
Started rapping it
Was just a hobby
All that patience
Passion turn to
Action jackson
Now im getting
Traction
Could evade my taxes
Even flip
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
Omalicha you dey make me craze
I really wanna take you home
I really wanna take you home
Girl your body too
Girl your body too bad
The way you dey do
That
I'm less OG Bobby Johnson more Bobby McFerrin
It's the comic book copper
Anime watcher, illustrator, animator, rapper, producer, and doctor?
I'm like J.
from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop, Woop
that's them fuckin' police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
And scrapped the souls off our shoes
Looking back, we were kids having fun
Jimmy on guitar and Bobby on drums
Me with the mic, and Joe on the bass
Our home town
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
smokin', been smokin' exotic
Nigga I'm posted, I'm servin' my product
Girl hit my phone, I got her some sour
Shit I went home, went back to the bottom
Why I
there ain't much goin' on at home But your mama sure misses your smile
Granddaddy put me on some work And I see my girl every day
Daddy, I'm just fine
lie, I miss lil' shawty, when you comin' back home?
Raised by Taneeka, everytime she do your hair, you look way better
I don't give a fuck about them
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skin tone
It's Brown er than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her
After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Was we're in this love together
me home, damn, I'm buggin'
These drunk tunes got me so high
Hey, yo, I'm drunk walkin' outta the club
Stopped to show love
The people want
Lootchie, black tie, bring me the ?
What it is, what it do, Snopp DO dub?
Is there any way that you can get us in the club?
Girl I'm buzzin' with a cousin
the club?
Girl I'm buzzin' with cousins and a set of twins
Diggin', duggin', shit here I go again
It's certain mo'fuckers that I run with
That keep me
the swaggy so sick
Hop up in the whip, dip and I'm gone
While he think I'm at home, waitin' by the phone
I be runnin' game on him, tellin' him I miss him
Know
Will Agree
I'm Comin' Up And I Got a Step Above The Rest
Cause I'm Using The Ladder They Call Success
You Say 1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Rap Like Hell And Make It
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