Kurupt
Kurupt - Welcome Home lyrics
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Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise We cap to ride, cap to homicide It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul It's dat nigga daz (kurupt we don't give a fuck Like nigga whattup?) dat nigga daz and kurupt It's fatal fire blaze, sherm with a perm Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day Sunny cali-for-ni-a, the g way display How to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders And scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light Pull up then drive to the right It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right Welcome home... into l.a. Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play It's been too long... just to seen you come around Now we can have a good time... Just watch your back, when you're comin through this town (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.) Zone on roam and romeo's rome Nigga home sweet home, chromes, battlezones World wars -- boys and girls, girls and whores Eighty-seven chevy with switches galore Impala bounce, at the ice cream parlor blaze an ounce To ounce, dice game break and it counts Kick in nigga before we gotta kick in nigga shoot And whip out the shank and start stickin niggaz Get jacked for prior burnings, we jack for higher learning No concerning, is life worth living or learning We jack for other turnings, we keep the burners burning Witn no concerning, is life worth living or earning First i park nigga, then spark nigga Go from martin luther king to leimert park nigga We g nigga, we don't give a fuck, daz and kurupt Here, tell your kids - kids, grow the fuck up Dippin and hittin switches i'ma hop, don't do shit but hop Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, nigga hop Stop, pull out your pistol then pop Hit em two times til he drop when i hop Up and down the street bounce rock Ragtop is history in california, the bounce rock hop Roller skate nigga watch a gangster take niggaz Take off, break niggaz down, break niggaz trample and shake niggaz Over turf, earthquake niggaz Move to the side, we ride, you ever see a g glide Slide, motivate the crowd, a thirty-eight macleod Forever boom sound with one single round (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)