always close to home It feels right, won't you remember me? You're alright It feels right, won't you remember me? On cold nights, just think of me and you're always close to home
south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide I've come to take outside, nah do it right here Hop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin
argue, but check it, every night in the news We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue
a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
alone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, honey ain't it hard, Lord, when you're all alone I might die real old lady, but I'd never call Texas my home, no,
and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons i'll tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of
lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona Dro aroma got the six
for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze, the case is closed on the one that got away Now Jim Crow's directing traffic with them cemetery blues, With
I said I'm with you toots the music was soft and there was wine in the glasses she started winking and making little passes at me she pat me close that
the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus
: "Where I'm From"] [Interlude: Game] G-Unit is your mother day... N.W.A, youkno'msayin'? You gotta group of niggas... You got Yayo, youkno'msayin'? He home
with a short chicken head in blue shades 'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game Ridin' through your block with six
I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff
, you can't fake it When it's real, I'm cappin' like the snub-nosed, they pay me I love hoes, never go home when the club close I do shows, ride new
ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close
to Un, they bad with they cops Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six Die with the heart
