boy I ain't got a home I ain't got a girl I ain't got a son I ain't got no kin I ain't got no one I'm a lonely frog I ain't got a home Madam, take
Traduction: La bande. Aint Got No Home.
living wrong. But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (lone) And
aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks
that hoe again Money wrapped in rubber bands watcha selling blowing again How she got you on the run But you call that hoe your friend You weren't supposed to bring her home
leave our hearts, never leave our thoughts As time goes by don't even be forgot Life goes on, though I wish that they was there Shit like this ain't never
new wardrobe, but baby you ain't going home (but baby you ain't going home) but the new jag and all the louis bags (all the louis bags) she nearlly got
will die fucking with that Ro He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark I put the
ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the skyyyyy (There ain't) Ain't no place I
where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven
Cautious If You Play Your Cards Right [Verse 3:] Dear Momma Don't Cry, Your Baby Boy's Doin Good Tell The Homies I'm In Heaven And They Ain't Got
to tell the whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky styles than my laser jet got font not
whole world what's the deal and I say know no critical border cause we do what we want got more funky styles than my laser jet got font not one to get
's...gonna take her chances Gonna take her chances And you don't Jump...you're gonna be the tele' Is there anybody calling Is anybody home Anybody home 'body home Anybody home
smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothings gonna stop us - no nothing So if you got the money We got the sound
flag my rag got duh wrist wrap... We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack, Cause I'm me Whose he we cud end dat, Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit
pull up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't
