the usual to make amends. So why won't you leave me, I just want this to be over. I need some time to think. So why won't you leave me? You're better
you leave me? You're better off with him rather than me So why won't you leave me? I need some time to think So why won't you leave me? You're better
usual to make amends. So why won't you leave me, I just want this to be over. I need some time to think. So why won't you leave me? You're better
Traduzione: Home Grown. Perché non mi lasci?.
home) Ha..ppy.. home.. (finally got to live the good life, inside a happy home) Ha..ppy.. home.. (turn this house into a happy home) Ha..ppy.. home.. [2Pac] Happy home
comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin along fine just without you Me, my brother, and my mother So if you don't mind, you
the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love BITCH Never thought you'd be on that loser shit You on some
that's why they couldn't grasp it I always knew that you would fail me Once shame on me twice you shouldn't have to tell me And I'll be damned if I'll
won't be the very last day [Bridge]: I told you so... [Chorus]: I would do everything I could I know I would be able to Why didn't I leave you cold
friends and I swear, this won't be the very last day! [Chorus]: I would do everything I could - I know I would be able to Why didn't I leave you cold
the street quick Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit So what you want, get you dome split You home
you smell the fuckin house? Where the fuck was you? Why you think the kids act like that when you come around? They don't fuckin know you Why, cause you
Think he grown cause he can curse and roll up Hold up, I know that ain't a pistol shorty You barely a teen what you mean you rip through shorty And who
dried his feet with my dirty hair Would he make me clean again? Said they don't know when but a day's gonna come When there won't be a moon and there won't
you won't get far I pop my trunk faster, don't make me flex on you ghetto-style like Funkmaster [Murda Mase:] Yea nigga Yo you know me l be O.T., low
you alive Until your tears dry If it wasn't for you those kids never get born If it wasn't for you she'd be drugged out and gone If it wasn't for you
that they don't know But if you leave a foul as you I take it personal Do you pay the plate? Now tell me how d'you parlay? Do you down 'gnac? Or swallow