I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Hey baby please come home Cause it won't be long I promise that I'm coming I'm coming home Hey baby
'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Hey baby please come home Cause it won't be long I promise that I'm coming I'm coming home Hey baby please
is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still
come back home It's 4 niggas in that clique, Lance they backbone. They pussy but if homes say: "Shoot! " [shot] They start shooting, But now they at homes
.R. [Chorus Repeat] Bling bling Everytime I come around yo city Bling bling Pinky ring worth about fifty Bling bling Everytime I buy a new ride Bling bling Lorenzos on
on the table For me to whack kids I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em Daily routine my product bring new fiends From new areas my tunes start spreadin'
can't front on nobody cause I pulled on a woolah Back in '86 first, foremost and final Rhyming on the corner, all I want to be's on vinyl I bum rush
on, I rock on Calm, in these streets or in jail, gettin' my high rocks on Even though I rock with the red, gettin' my pop on I'm a D-E-C-E-P-T-Icon You
an airport My new broad is neurotic with a slight mustache But somethin 'bout the crazy bitch won't let me quit her She went trick-or-treatin with her kids
next time we see each other Rolled out on my first national tour Back on the block, went back to the store Put my hand on the door, Ethan wasn't in though
to come home I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home And some parents only touch they children when a whips brought That's why bad kids do bad
flow Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome I beat you down and send your ass home I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes
every move made in the jungle It's live trying to strive in this struggle New York state of mind, that's the home that I come to Nothing but pigeons living
here's another smooth song to get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on
they get in the car. And they always wanna look over and be like "Aw nigga, yo check engine light on, it's on" I'm like "ya top on, so we got 2 things
equals three, Bubba Black be home Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come
