Letras:
From Good Homes Walk On By

I guess Where you could rest and feel at home Now, tired of walking You've started to run Passing everything by But at least you're having fun Good karma

this shit when I bring home paper My ears to the streets what you gonna tell us ? You keep talking down girl you sound like you jealous Chorus Verse 2: Hi honey I'm home

fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good

it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked

got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From

go and serve a pack Before he made it out the driveway good Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood On the pool table, on the floor, man what

though it felt good to be alone It didn't feel that good to walk in my home it just (me, myself & I) Ooohhh listen, Can't believe I'm on top of the world

re gonna have a good time I work five days a week girl Loading crates down on the dock I take my hard earned money And meet my girl down on the block

cursed in my own accord (I don't wanna go) So come on bitch why aren't you laughing now? (You left me here to cry on my own) So cry on bitch why aren