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crooked i - home lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
what it do? what it do?
my n+gga, mad, m+th+f+ckin’ man in the house
jaycee in the house
big c+style in this m+th+f+cka
rawway is in the m+th+f+ckin’ building
dynamic certified is on the premises
wolfw+nggg in the m+th+f+ckin’ house
yeah, 323, 562, 918, 618
c.o.b.’s in the building
ra+ra, jazz
it’s nothin’
c.o.b., n+gga
let’s get active

(home)
(home)
it’s home
(home)

[verse 1]
yeah
when i was young, i used to pray to my heavenly father
dear god, bless ya boy with a chevy impala
now i tell my mother, “i love her”, whenever we holla
if i go to jail for anything, it better be dollars
i’m a hustler, south american coke in the m+ffler
don’t make me show you how well i can serve a customer
me and the homies’ a couple smugglers
the blades on me, it’s never a struggle to cut your jugular
sorry, i’m so violent, i’m from a sick planet
where canons’ll hit any man and leave his wig slanted
i seen a kid panic, he shot a n+gga on atlantic
left his insides nasty as miss janet
and i still didn’t hurl, it was a gang thang
it ain’t dwayne wayne but we from a different world
where n+gga’s who gang bang is still gettin’ curls
female’s blood’n and crip’n, them set trippin’ girls
so i move how i’m supposed to move
i eat when i’m close to food
i sits low up in that roadster, dude
shoulder holster for the toaster, move
don’t approach me wrong, this soldier will ghost a fool
ya know
[chorus]
drive by
homicides
tears in your mama’s eyes
glock 9’s, 45’s
this is where i come from
thug n+gga’s gang bang
ese’s gang bang
every race gang bang
this is where i come from
tattoo your back, arms
tattoo your face, n+gga
tattoo your whole body
this is where i come from
gallons of that wet work
“rest in peace” t+shirts
church liquor starts church
this is what i call home

[verse 2]
i walked by a n+gga, he asked me what i’m lookin’ at
my reply? i thought i saw a p+ssy cat, p+ssy
now your face is where i put a gat
ass is where my foot is at
tell me how hood is that?
’cause where i’m from, you gotta keep a nice heater
wrong hood? don’t display your ice either
bullets knock you back, 5 meters
n+gga, my slice’ll turn your wife beater into a knife eater
california thug, still a don, women holla
drop my top, wind blow my white linen collar
crooked i’s the kind you could find spendin’ dollars
out on rodeo drive, sittin’ in them impala’s
we still breathin’, tell me what the odds are?
cops go hard to put us in the squad car
in first class, they ask what our jobs are
you nosy b+tch, you lookin’ at some mob stars!
[chorus]
drive by
homicides
tears in your mama’s eyes
glock 9’s, 45’s
this is where i come from
thug n+gga’s gang bang
ese’s gang bang
every race gang bang
this is where i come from
tattoo your back, arms
tattoo your face, n+gga
tattoo your whole body
this is where i come from
gallons of that wet work
“rest in peace” t+shirts
church liquor starts church
this is what i call home

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