neck of the hood [Outro: Wyclef Jean] Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight Colours, put away your
this, I like this My crew shinin' wit tight sips, ya'll fools want From a taste of Red Rum, wit a slight twist of Lou Diamond I rule rhymin', ain't no
a big black Cadillac And we'll keep an extra one in the back We'll sit home just listening To the sounds of the winds when they're breaking And we can buy that diamond
find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) off with his head, take his head from his neck off,
you in they presense, they say you king But when you aint around they clown liek you a peasent Fuck givin the bitches presents Diamond rings and things
you in they presense, they say you king But when you aint around they clown like you a peasent Fuck givin the bitches presents Diamond rings and things
is up So I ain't got No time to waste Don't want a watch With a diamond face I wanna watch Through a scope Head shot From a mile away Ya head pop like
you) Never worry 'bout (What I do) I'd be coming home (Back to you) (Every night, doin' you right) You're the type of woman (Deserves good things) Fistful of diamonds
s home, you know how that goes Is you say, "Daddy's home, home for me" And I know you've been waiting for this lovin' all day Your daddy's home, it's
to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond
Virginia's Caesar Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch Spend a way, rolls gold Jesus Pink diamonds
damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, 'fore you say what you say, hot damn My, how the boys roam, from roaming, Loc and come home, to homes
T-Pain): I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home
pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs
your head, rag top (Give me some) Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top (Come on) Bob your head, rag top (Uh, give me some) Bob your head, rag
do The things I do, girl Diamonds, I wear, dubs Bentley, I drive And the things I do When we're makin' love The things I do, girl Diamonds, I wear,
problems when he ain't fixed home yet The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone To all colors increases, to home it belongs I want land, mansions
knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn) Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home H town