home But this is just another stop like the ones before Home is love, home is peace, I can't get the feeling here Home is light, home is warmth, it doesn
get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And get so much pussy I cant sleep Poppa was a rollin' stone Never came back home
me And this ain't what I'm used to see 'Cause I've never been in love before You running back to the kid like this was home base Or a marathon I let
m like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow can stop! By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody
ass twang Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones
man? Yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home It's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks Based
lah sink in On the way to home base First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new Sets with stone
Don't Know How, But We Got Two Platinum Albums And Another Four Gold, And We Never Used MTV We Went Up The Back Road, And Built A Fan Base That Said
touching all the bases as you score Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O I wanna be a woman like you, yeah Found a place to call my home
I watch you turn to stone You can't find the sunlight She's moving on without you The tide breaks You watch the stars fade They gather you back to their home
pod you and I, me and you And love is a bitch Let's hold hands let's get rich Romance in the stone Make a home out the house We'll roam in the day You
thats gonn' take it if she look once, you the type of nigga that she gonn' have waiting for 2 months. For you hit first base, i done scored 2 runs. Now ask some questions to clarify your que homes
ones to have [Slug: Verse 1] Nobody wanna struggle at home Bass in his voice, trouble in her tone What kinda couple makes a puzzle out of stone? Choppin
, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home Conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in a sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my
the camera as soon as I can get you home toni-i-i-aight. yeah. (can you be my action?) you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa [base
avy, poppa was a rollin stone, stockin up the hona home, pocket full of loaded chrome, drop n get a hold a dome, i know ur motive homes, u mad
, i aint ur avy, poppa was a rollin stone, stockin up the hona home, pocket full of loaded chrome, drop n get a hold a dome, i know ur motive homes
