Tekster:
Home By Six

In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside Variety,

I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley

Westside Connect Gang (Ice-T) Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers

was the one I said, "Why?", she said, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die Said, she wanted to take me home to make love Now that

me Six weeks have went by and we only spoke twice I'm sittin' in your driveway calling you from the car, suffice I think it's safe to say you're not at home

test I said its not a test nigga its not a test Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best Tuck da nine by

Carry me carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home Save me from the darkness Save me from the hardness Carry me carry me Carry me home

the club on the late night, feelin' right Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed So that I can take home, I can take home

picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home