could Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) It ain't nothing sweet down here Guns pop for niggas to eat down here (BROOKLYN) [Chorus x2] Home Sweet Home Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm
(Brooklyn) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm
Traduzione: MOP. Home Sweet Home.
ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and
P Dallas, I?m wit Rally at Phenomena Houston I?m everywhere, holla at me Ma? But it ain?t nothing like them thick-ass Georgia peaches Sweet fruit and
take it now I'm still alive let me break it down Turn this shit to the O.K. Corral Get to blastin', whippin' asses Forget that talk shit, I'm with the
hypnotized, fuckin with hustlers ballin like rap niggas, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap niggas, the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy
What's da supa king K Double O-P-A Say if i say hey, can i get yo number she say, OK U ask for her number and she be like, No Way! got da boots sayin
Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn [Verse 1 - Malice] My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes To homes
bustas and slugs are at I'm a general, raw dog assassin homie Assassin nigga, bitch nigga, be blastin' nigga I'm a pimp, I'm a g, something you wanna
(feat. M.O.P.) [Billy Danze] Bucktown USA is the place were I rest (That's right) Were thoro thugs catch a slugs through the chest And any day just
? Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care? Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What
, grow it at my home I got you cousin for two O, if you want that zone I'm prone to burn good corn, stay on that gone gone Keep moving nilla dutches, sweet
Enemies I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) For your mom I'm
pretty eyes I've got a def shaped body and I'm energised [T:] I stand 5'8" and I'm 20 years old I'm so divine I'm worth my weight in gold [J:] And Davy
more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body P-I-M-P, young G's, O.G.s [JT the Bigga Figga] Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga Daz Dillinger
the P-funk in the sound And if it ain't gots the P it ain't down I'm like Al Capone on the microphone I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through
