so a n-gga lost his phone I gotta find a freak take her home hit the light like uhhhh same day different chick ya'll took girls all around the world up
to you Oh no, I left my 2-way at home, still sittin' on the charger Oh no, my battery's dead on my cell phone and I really wanna call ya J-Boog, let me use your phone, gotta call my baby girl back home
make it home, I invade alone Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's It's a dirty dog world, say it louder
advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I represent Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
friends rolled up Flirting with your nigga behind your back They called you on the phone and told you where I was at Your girlfriend's trying to run your world
when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
kingdom of God... ...come back fat as a rat all the way down the east coast come back fat as a rat (rat rat rat) if-if-if ya need me baby if ya need me
on thumping [Unverified] home boy ain't lackin' nothing From the streets of [unverified] all the way to the O.C. Any way around the world we smoke the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X) It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call I recognized
like home, place like home Ain't no place like home Uh, I feel like Dorothy so I tries it Kicks my heels but my Jordans wouldn't 'ize it So back to reality
's when she got bold She started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold We went to her bedroom thinking of one thing Took the phone off the
my family went away on a weekend ski trip And they left $100 and a note by the phone That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home' No company?
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin' bottles Runnin' and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this I'll get you back
Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets, clear my mind from the shit I see In a world full of smoke, attack from the weed, that's when
Ain't nothing like them summer nights I just kicked it at home, I polished up the chrome Call the ruca on the phone, let her know I'm home alone Its
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll
no checks, no rhymin', no cuttin' No stages from pages, no phones, no beepers No reason to put Queen in front of the name Latifah I come with the real