The Game - I'm Home Lyrics

Feat. Kurupt
Nigga im from Compton
I dont need no motha fuckin pass no stamp no nothin
I dont need a passport to come though the motha fuckin hood nigga
I got a gun in the Bently

Yeah throw on my levis throw on my hoodie
Tie up my jordans I am ready for whatever
Hit the block like Bush but I ain’t no saint
I am just a hood nigga that taught himself how to paint
Picture this motha fucka
I tell you how I went from rags to riches motha fucka
Welcome to the block life niggers on the block light
The boy Hove can’t tell me shit about the rock life
I started with powder turned it into hard rock
Call it cafe in the pheens hit all black
It was just hustlin' listening in the scar face
Do like tall cans lookin out for marked vans
I used to do it for my mother change the diapers for my sister
Clean the Pumas from my brother mother fucker
If that’s not hood send a shot to my dome
Wipe the wheels of my Bentley nigger and tell the hood I am coming home

I’m home you know what it is
Ready for the beers and I got to do it in peace
How many times do you run these streets so many times the streets are calling me

I used to hit the block like a bat out of hell
with a blunt in my mouth and a pocket full of shells
somebody shot my older brother give a fuck about a jail
Give a fuck who outside I don’t care who tell
It was like that when we were just boys in the hood
Nigga fuck what you saw on boys in the hood
This is real feel my pain feel my gun
Grab it and when we pull up on this corner let him have it
You wanna know how it feel to kill
Then grab my steal and peel at will
Put the ski mask on hop in the back seat
Show’em how to turn the block into a track meet
Your honor I am guilty I am felon and I pack heat
Pheens know my name cause Game let the crack speak
If that’s not hood then send a shot to my dome
Wipe the Lamborghini down nigga and tell the hood I am coming home


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