(intro:Pharrell)
Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude And used to throw money like this - WHOOOO Honey what you lookin at? Ain't no need to guessin Starin over here you about to be a legend
Chorus: Pharrell
And when my nigga come home We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn I tell you when my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate Have lobster (and) shrimp (and) pasta, steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want
The Game
I got a nigga locked up, for about another month He did nine years, he'll be home before I finish this blunt(What else?) I just bought an ounce of skunk Me and my nigga 'bout to go hard like when LeBron dunk(Yeah) We (Ridin' High) like Southern niggaz in the dump And e'rybody and they momma know U.G.K. in the trunk(What's in the backseat?) North Cakalak' freaks And the shit that we smokin can melt the Mac on they cheeks Well we headed to that Magic City, he ain't see no ass and titties n about a decade, these hoes 'bout to get paid They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours Two-time felon takin a shower in the motherfuckin strip club
Chorus
Interlude: repeat 2X
Inhale, inhale and blow it out, blow it out
The Game
When my nigga come home, that's on E'RYTHANG, I got him! Know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom Know how many pictures I was mad that I took cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had my shook And all you wanted was Superhead's book So I sent because I meant it now the clothes is the crooks And your girl, she fine as a motherfucker Told you she cheated on you, she was lyin like a motherfucker 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 fuckin with some N*E*R*Ds; Chad and Skateboard P But remember when we was hard? Sayin to each other nothin rippin us apart Now a nigga ballin and you sittin on the yard But you comin home to that Ferrari in the car Max that motherfucker!
Chorus + Interlude
Snoop Dogg
One thing you can count on when you touch down You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out Comin home eventually, you in the penitentiary The homies like to mention me cause I looks out, essentially Big BC cuz, J-Dawg and Tray Deee Young Joda, Scotty Boi and Y.C Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips Blue put me on the set; nigga, 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 it - you know we livin it up
Chorus + Interlude
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