Letras:
Home Grown Wanna Be

rich. Dont ask me why I think you're lame. You and your friends all dress the same. Your tiny tits don't smuther me. You're just a fucking wanna-be.

filthy rich. Dont ask me why I think you're lame. You and your friends all dress the same. Your tiny tits don't smuther me. You're just a fucking wanna-be

my flow Cuz b.o.b be actin hard like a Viagra overdose Talkin that noise on all dem songs A buncha lil boys and ya don't look grown Those niggas there

time I think lyrics need to rhyme And you?re not askin?... But i?m tryna grow a moustache! I eat cheese. But only on pizza, please And sometimes on a home

New west coast we doin the damn thang This year we make power moves With O.G.'s that been home, niggaz still bathe in their shower shoes Grown full,

never told me I would grow to be a liar Now all I gotta do is speak and they burn It's cremation no urn How you claim to be a hustler but don't earn?

Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!) Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a liar [Rick Ross] One love

gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV But America rules, nasty as we wanna be

boys from your hometown You wanna stay there it feels so right, she says that ch'yall gotta go now Now I can be an asshole, I can be your man I hold