ain't no place like home, place like home Ain't no place like home Uh, I feel like Dorothy so I tries it Kicks my heels but my Jordans wouldn't 'ize it
Traduzione: Will Smith. Non è No Place Like Home.
jewels straight to the pawn shop And feel the blasts like a bomb dropped Mad niggas I ran threw With niggas I ain't knew it ain't new I leave broken like
splatter He kept you on the down low, climbin' up the ladder Pretty as you are, lookin' like a moviestar Delicious, nutricious, don't wanna get vicious I ain't
is that? It might be DOO-DOOO! And you in the back, you ain't shit You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip And if you hit the table one more
t in me can't you send me ass to the G Funk Era double dare a nigga to step without a gat kept in a safe place his ass will get erased like an eraser,
like an army Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me, Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness 'Cause I don't like stress Streets ain't a place
bout they come up at any cost Many niggas done got killed on the battlefield of McClendon Ville Ya ain't even gotta question, if these Christopher Homes
it again I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh [Ghostface Killah:] Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't
it again I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh [Ghostface Killah] Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't
Lil' Wayne] If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place Bow ya home, how ya gon' Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around Two
and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up Never again will
keep it rugged Herbs can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame Still bustin your brain Yeah! doin the thang thang Home
2:] If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place Bow ya home, how ya gon' Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around 2 eyes to the
If this is a race I ain?t goin? for no pace I am goin? for your place Bow ya home, how ya gon? Fuck with me if I ain?t fuckin? around 2 eyes to the sky
them It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still If you ain't ready, just wanna be