this is called my home, this is where I belong And I'll always know where I'm from, It's this feeling that keeps me going on This is called my home,
, this is called my home, this is where I belong And I'll always know where I'm from, It's this feeling that keeps me going on This is called my home
This aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous You know how 0 point my aim is Long range snipers, clash
To see your quivering body And as our thoughts collide I wish my self away So far away Into this haven This corrupted place that we call home I curse
and make ya own moves. I make my own moves so I set my own place I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president does
clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall This is the final call, for all the rappers
I'm a fucking pervert My window is a book and I'm a fucking crook Stealing phones to call home but the line is off the hook My mom ain't paid the bill
boozer, won't believe my luck But it couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke (than me) So here we are, the record's gotten stuck in the groove My knees are
are we left with Now we are grown up? SHANTY This is the way we pull up the anchor. Goodbye to romance. Out on the ocean a good ship is lost, And what
d write the Wyclezzy, Philosophy You can catch me on the blog, log on to Wyclef.com Welcome to the Clef's home, this is clef's home, And Soulja Boy got
bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly
just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause You comin' home (Zora) But the birds are gone (Zora, is
from the hills of Mayag ez And when I wrote my story The words flew from the page And my soul in solitary Escaped its iron cage Time is an ocean of
and get wet yeah yeah three pound in my waist, shank in my sock, you either get cut, get stuffed or get shot. this is the tale of captain jack sparrow
get rowdy And me and Bubba get bout it We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin' We
