The Game
The Game - When My Niggas Come Home lyrics
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[Hook:] Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude He used to throw money like this (whew!) Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it Stand over here, you about to be a legend When my nigga comes home We gon' party til six in the mon' When my nigga come home We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone I tell you, when my nigga come home We gon' celebrate! Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak When my nigga come home He can have any damn thing that he want [Verse 1:] I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of money He did nine years, be home before I finish this blunt I just bought a ounce of skunk Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron dunk We ridin' high, like southern niggas in the dump Errybody and they mama know UGK in the trunk (What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac freaks And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they cheeks Then we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties In about a decade, these hoes about to get paid They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club [Hook:] Inhale, inhale Blow it out, blow it out Inhale, inhale Blow it out, blow it out [Verse 2:] When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him You know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom You know how many bitches I was mad that I took Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook And all he wanted was a super head's book So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?) And ya 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' about the tre Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats? Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P Remember when we was hard Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker out [Hook: ] Inhale, inhale Blow it out, blow it out Inhale, inhale Blow it out, blow it out [Verse 3:] One thing you can count on when you touch down You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC (?) Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-Crip for life And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz When you get it, you know we livin' it up [Hook: ] Inhale, inhale Blow it out, blow it out