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Tytuł: Come Home With Me

  • Wykonawca: Cam'Ron
  • Wy¶wietleń: 265
[Cam'ron talking]
  Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
  Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
  
  [Cam'ron]
  Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
  I was so damn grimey
  'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
  Or jewelry wit the X's O's
  My house had espestoes
  I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
  Mice run around the damn sticky trap
  Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
  Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
  She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
  Hit me, I was back at her
  Come home where I duck the DT's
  Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
  Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post
  Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
  And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer
  Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
  Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'
  Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
  Money, brown bag, extortion
  Caution, where there's tragedy often
  Relax in a coffin
  And the bitch know I'm serious
  'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
  So come home wit me
  Where the girls wanna come home wit me
  They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
  Love to see the chrome wit me
  The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
  Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
  Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
  So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks
  I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+
  I'm the first one wit hard luck
  Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
  AWWWWW SHUCKS!
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  Yo come home wit me
  To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes
  That's come to me
  Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
  No! Come home wit me
  Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
  The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
  Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in
  Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds
  Niggas don't listen to broads
  They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours
  Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop
  Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock
  Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'
  Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+
  Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing
  Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even
  Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind
  'Cause bitches leave them martians behind
  Pray to God that I'm fine
  Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me
  Come on walk through this cold city
  Where these kids need food
  Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules
  Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck
  Phonies off, rentings backed up
  Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
  Hit the streets gats up
  Clap up, and get they money back up
  Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
  Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
  So don't get trapped in it
  
  [Jim Jones]
  Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
  Leave me alone
  So early I was free to just rome
  Wit 7 keys to the home
  11 trees to the dome
  13 I ran the streets wit the chrome
  Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run
  And my dog stay bustin his gun
  Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
  Keep a blade up in they gums
  This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?
  Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door
  Fiends come coppin' the raw
  Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
  Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"
  There's some locks on the door
  Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30
  One gram on that butter is 30
  Sold grams wit my cousin birdy
  School, cutting it early
  Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me
  Come on home wit me, these are the facts
  Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
  Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
  Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case
  And shit he still pleading his case
  Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
  But I wouldn't take them home wit you
  Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
  Get zoned wit me, the crome you see
  Dip set come home wit me
  
  Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!
  Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana