The Game, Kurupt - I'm Home lyrics
[The Game, Kurupt - I'm Home lyrics]
Nigga, I'm from Compton
I don't need no mothafuckin'
Pass, no stamp
No nothin'
I don't need a passport to
Come through the mothafuckin' 'hood
Nigga
I got a gun and a Bentley, what
Yeah, throw on my Levi's, throw on my hoodie
Tie up my Jordan's I'm ready for whatever
Hit the block like Bush
But I ain't no Saint
I'm just a 'hood nigga who
Taught himself how to paint
Pictures mothafucka
I'll show you how I went
From rags to riches mothafucka
Welcome to the block life
Niggas on the block like
The boy Hov can't tell me
Shit about the Roc life
I started with powder, turned into hard rock
Call it a cafe when the fiends here all block
We was just hustlin', listenin' to Scarface
Throwin' back tall cans
Lookin' out for marked vans
I used to do it for my mother
Change the diapers on my sisters, clean
The Pumas for my brothers
Mothafucka
If that's not 'hood, send a shot to my dome
Wipe the wheels on the Bentley
Nigga and tell the 'hood I'm comin' home
I'm home, you know what it is
Ready for the biz and I gotta do it big
I'm home
How many times are you alive
If you ran these streets
So many times the streets kept calling me
I used to hit the block like
A bat out of hell
With a blunt in my mouth and
A pocket full of shells
Somebody shot my older brother
Give a fuck about a jail
Give a fuck who outside
I don't care who tell
It was like that when we was
Just boys in the 'hood
Nigger, fuck what you saw on Boyz N the Hood
This is real, feel my pain, feel my gun
Grab it
And when we pull up on this corner
Let 'em have it
You wanna know how it feel to kill
Then grab my steal and peel at will
Put the ski mask on, hop in the backseat
Show 'em how to turn the
Block into a trackmeet
Your honor I'm guilty
I'm a felon and I pack heat
Fiends know my name cause Game
Let the crack speak
If that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome
Wipe the Lamborghini down
Nigga and tell the 'hood I'm coming home
What you think mo' fucka?
I'll let seventeen go before
You blink mo' fucka
I'm a poetry racist
You know it's me instantly just
Off a couple of phrases
I'm seventeen years and pussy
Just stopped a bullet
Pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie
I'm headed to the house, the land of ram
Runnin' in niggas spots
Drop your hands and the grams
Drop everything you got from your
Pockets to your hands
When I was young we hit
Licks out of Astro vans
When I was young the Fox Hillmar was alit
Lick with Aquafina flow, Euprovina for pit's
Pup, a child to a hog, a cat to a dog
I'm a lion to these frogs
Who's supplyin' raw
I'm feeling like Martin Luther King
It seems
And everything I visualized was just a dream
I'm headed home nigga
I don't need no mothafuckin'
Pass, no stamp
No nothin'
I don't need a passport to
Come through the mothafuckin' 'hood
Nigga
I got a gun and a Bentley, what
Yeah, throw on my Levi's, throw on my hoodie
Tie up my Jordan's I'm ready for whatever
Hit the block like Bush
But I ain't no Saint
I'm just a 'hood nigga who
Taught himself how to paint
Pictures mothafucka
I'll show you how I went
From rags to riches mothafucka
Welcome to the block life
Niggas on the block like
The boy Hov can't tell me
Shit about the Roc life
I started with powder, turned into hard rock
Call it a cafe when the fiends here all block
We was just hustlin', listenin' to Scarface
Throwin' back tall cans
Lookin' out for marked vans
I used to do it for my mother
Change the diapers on my sisters, clean
The Pumas for my brothers
Mothafucka
If that's not 'hood, send a shot to my dome
Wipe the wheels on the Bentley
Nigga and tell the 'hood I'm comin' home
I'm home, you know what it is
Ready for the biz and I gotta do it big
I'm home
How many times are you alive
If you ran these streets
So many times the streets kept calling me
I used to hit the block like
A bat out of hell
With a blunt in my mouth and
A pocket full of shells
Somebody shot my older brother
Give a fuck about a jail
Give a fuck who outside
I don't care who tell
It was like that when we was
Just boys in the 'hood
Nigger, fuck what you saw on Boyz N the Hood
This is real, feel my pain, feel my gun
Grab it
And when we pull up on this corner
Let 'em have it
You wanna know how it feel to kill
Then grab my steal and peel at will
Put the ski mask on, hop in the backseat
Show 'em how to turn the
Block into a trackmeet
Your honor I'm guilty
I'm a felon and I pack heat
Fiends know my name cause Game
Let the crack speak
If that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome
Wipe the Lamborghini down
Nigga and tell the 'hood I'm coming home
What you think mo' fucka?
I'll let seventeen go before
You blink mo' fucka
I'm a poetry racist
You know it's me instantly just
Off a couple of phrases
I'm seventeen years and pussy
Just stopped a bullet
Pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie
I'm headed to the house, the land of ram
Runnin' in niggas spots
Drop your hands and the grams
Drop everything you got from your
Pockets to your hands
When I was young we hit
Licks out of Astro vans
When I was young the Fox Hillmar was alit
Lick with Aquafina flow, Euprovina for pit's
Pup, a child to a hog, a cat to a dog
I'm a lion to these frogs
Who's supplyin' raw
I'm feeling like Martin Luther King
It seems
And everything I visualized was just a dream
I'm headed home nigga