Tekster:
Sister Seven Nobody S Home

; when you're drinking your morning coffee Do you feel the breath on your neck If all the youth were at the white house knockin? br> would you whisper nobody's home Nobody's home

beating when I roll off Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven Grab some magnum protection gonna be some sexin' Wrap some hemp and L's

a millionaire From there to the bank, see the bank's down the block So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot With popote He's my cousin and a wily one

ford da salary dat little sisters had da eat it's sad to see that tradgity and agginy of casuolty heard some niggas after me and dont know the half of me if that's

head 'for I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead This wild style must run in my genes Because my sister's in the county And my brother just came home

who you saw, hurry up Had to clock her with the handle 'Cause your husband's a thief with an S and L scandal Don't feel bad if you're stuck up Nobody move, nobody

I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead ha This wild style must run in my genes Because my sister's in the county And my brother just came home from

ll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like

you saw (hurry up) Had to clock her with the handle, cause your husband's a thief with an S&L scandal Don't feel bad if you're stuck up, ahhhh Nobody move, nobody