Little Brother, Joe Scudda - Home lyrics
[Little Brother, Joe Scudda - Home lyrics]
With records I sold
Came back home, pride got stole
Poobie ain't the one to ever
Break down and fall
Sketched a new plan, made a few mo'
Pulled out a scroll and jotted
A few notes in it
Don't be concerned with niggas homie
Go get it i show spit it for my UK peeps
Brother you don't want it when
LB's in the street
Dude, we got heat, keep jams like jelly
Swing like Teddy, come box with me
Want what with me? yeah I rides with P
And 9th my codeine when we go to the mic
We let beats and rhymes take us where we like
Shit, I might fly off tonight
I'm tellin you right
Stockholm might find you a wife
Where you can land and catch your
Cool where the climate is nice
I done been around the world
Japan to Amsterdam
Californ-i-a and back again
Up and down ninety-five like I'm traffickin
Still, it's no place like home
You know how it is when you out
Hear folks talkin bout
Where they was when it happened, who is
Who ain't rappin
People still packin, cups flow with 'gnac
And still, it's no place like home
I done been around the world
Japan to Amsterdam
Californ-i-a and back again
Up and down ninety-five like I'm traffickin
Still, it's no place like home
You know how it is when you out
Hear folks talkin bout
Where they was when it happened, who is
Who ain't rappin
People still packin, cups flow with 'gnac
And still, it's no place like home
It's no place like home
That's why I'm right here
I love bein here baby
I done been around the world and III
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
9th Wonder, C Sams, broad, forty free
Uh, yeah, HOJ