(Brooklyn) Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never alone Brooklyn, send 'em back home Brooklyn, send 'em back home where you at Home sweet home Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm
could Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) It ain't nothing sweet down here Guns pop for niggas to eat down here (BROOKLYN) [Chorus x2] Home Sweet Home Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm
Tradução: RP. Hogar, dulce hogar.
While coppin' off Coolio Classic shit, we mastered this Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Mic check, one two, one two I'm
'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
Orleans soldier Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin back
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and
P Dallas, I?m wit Rally at Phenomena Houston I?m everywhere, holla at me Ma? But it ain?t nothing like them thick-ass Georgia peaches Sweet fruit and
noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning
shit's the best (Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home) * overlapping R's last line I storm
the club tipsy, say no mo' Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O. (heyyy) Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man
on some dudes home movies [Chorus] [Norah Jones] Soon the new day, breaks the dawn [Talib Kweli] Tomorrow I'll be like Were am I? What's your name? Gotta go, I'm
