When My Niggaz Come Home (feat. Pharrell & Snoop Dogg) (исполнитель: Game)
Ain't no other [bad word] here Real as my dude He used to throw money like this Honey would you look at that? Ain't no need to guessin’ Starin’ over here, you about to be a legend When my [bad [bad word] home We go party till 6 in the morn' I tell you when my [bad [bad word] home We gonna pop champagne till it's gone I tell you when my [bad word] go home, we gonna celebrate Lobster, shrimp and pasta, steak When my [bad [bad word] home He can have any [bad word] thing that he want I got a [bad word] locked up for a bottle Another money deny you set me home before I finish this blunt (What else?) I just bought a ounce of skunk Me and my [bad word] ‘about to go hard like when LeBron dunk (Yeah) We ridin’ hard like southern niggas in the dump And everybody and they momma know UGK in the [bad word] (What’s in the backseat?) North Cakalak’ freaks And the [bad word] that we smokin’ can melt the Mac on they cheeks Well we headed up to that Magic City, he ain’t see no [bad word] and [bad word] In about a decade, these hoes ‘bout to get paid They took him to the back, I ain’t seen his [bad word] I two hours Two-time felon takin’ a shower in the [bad word] strip club When my [bad [bad word] home We go party till 6 in the morn' I tell you when my [bad [bad word] home We gonna pop champagne till it's gone I tell you when my [bad word] go home, we gonna celebrate Lobster, shrimp and pasta, steak When my [bad [bad word] home He can have any [bad word] thing that he want Inhale, inhale And blow it out, blow it out x2 When my [bad [bad word] home, that’s on everything I got him Know why? Cuz we was like that, and we came from the botoom Know how many pictures I was mad that I took Cuz I couldn’t throw up the hood, the police had my shook And all you wanted was Superhead’s book So I sent becuz I meant it now the clothes is the crooks And your girl, she fine as a [bad word] Told you she cheated on you, she was lyin’ like a [bad word] When you went in, we was dreamin’ ‘bout that trey Now it’s a four door flyin’ spur with Killafornia plates Member when we was in the spot, writin’ to them Dre beats Now I’m [bad word] with some nerds, Chad and Skateboard beat But remember when we was hot? Sayin’ to each other nothin’ rippin’ us apart Now a [bad word] ballin’ and you sittin’ on the yard But [bad word] home to that Ferrari in the car Max that [bad word] out When my [bad [bad word] home We go party till 6 in the morn' I tell you when my [bad [bad word] home We gonna pop champagne till it's gone I tell you when my [bad word] go home, we gonna celebrate Lobster, shrimp and pasta, steak When my [bad [bad word] home He can have any [bad word] thing that he want Inhale, inhale And blow it out, blow it out x2 One thing you can count on when you touch down You gon’ have it all, laid out, everything is paid [bad word] home eventually, in the penitentiary The homies like to mention me cuz I looks out, essentially Big BC cuz, J-Dawg and Tray Dee Young Jo Dawg, Scotty Boy and YC Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips Blue put me on the set, [bad word] it’s 20 Crip My cousin flip been locked up for 25 And Dre Lo, he’s a real 20 Crip for life Now if I mention yo name, you know the business cuz When you get out, you know we livin’ it up When my [bad [bad word] home We go party till 6 in the morn' I tell you when my [bad [bad word] home We gonna pop champagne till it's gone I tell you when my [bad word] go home, we gonna celebrate Lobster, shrimp and pasta, steak When my [bad [bad word] home He can have any [bad word] thing that he want Inhale, inhale And blow it out, blow it out x2