Lyrics:
bottlin', who's cuppin', who's kegging
Who's comin', can't get it
I'm bootlegging
No quitting, no kiddin', I know women
Its no limit, hits the spirits no
You know a man's home is his castle
And I'm comin' home to groove
Whoa, and I'll see you when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
And you be
missed it by a mile
He just don't know that you're gone
I feel a cold one comin' on
Drivin' home gets longer every day
I found new things to do along
know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been
Understand where I'm comin' from
When you're up on the hill, in your big home
I'm out here,
know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been
Understand where I'm comin' from
When you're up on the hill, in your big home
I'm out here,
kick
Walk it by yoself
Now walk it by
Yourself heal
God just broke
Yo spell
I won't send
Marg a rita
Sober
Cha cha i'm
Tryna slide we can
Play simon
any means, I'm behind the curtain
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone
Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone
I miss you, I
homegirl Rita
I used to chill on her sofa with my feet up
By the heater with my toes getting toasted
One day she came naked out the kitchen
With a bag full
look, girl
I think you all are gathered here thinkin' (get it, I'm comin' with it)
And get on home (morning noon into night)
'Cause this man right here
was special like an RPA
No RBIs but I'm comin' home, makin' hits and makin' plays
I knew I was born to change the world someday
Now I can't save your
families
War, I'm not a great big fan of it
War, is something that is scandalous
Oh no, oh no
War, is comin' by air, land and sea
War, is man's insanity
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
rather be home by the Christmas tree
Gotta find my card if I'm gonna get back
Wait, there it is on the floor of my hatchback
I gotta get home
Gotta get
open, open, open, open, open
Open up the gates, of righteousness
Ill be comin home
(some applause)
Open, gates, of righteousness
Ill be comin home
Open,
saw that blank expression
Sometimes a little poison can be good
Saratoga, don't ya know that I'm never comin' home?
Saratoga, don't ya know I'm movin'
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
(Whoa)
You can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)
Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)
Voices
on by as I’m slidin’ outta my chair
Like we’re bankin’ a turn tho’ we’re still not up in the air
What a Sheila she does with koala blue eyes
Tho’ I’m
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
see me comin'
And now you see me comin'
And now you see me comin'
In the Antarctic zone, you're movin' on
Play computer chess with your friends, I'm
In the swamps of Jersey
Well, hold on tight, stay up
All night, cause Rosie, i'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light
I will hold you
die tonight
Got a lot on my mind, you know that I'm high tonight
I left that black Hublot at home
So really I don't got the time
My nigga got by
was before
I don't go in 'less there's an open door to leave by
I'm starting to believe my own existence has a right to be
And I'm comin' home
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