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Come Home With Me

アーティスト:Cam'ron  アルバム:Come Home With Me  作詞:CLINTON GEORGE STANLEY/FYFFE TYRONE GREGORY/GILES CAMERON  作曲:CLINTON GEORGE STANLEY/FYFFE TYRONE GREGORY/GILES CAMERON 

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[Cam'Ron] Ah yo, come on home with us man Harlem World USA man take a walk with us on our block man see how we live Dip-sect Yo, yo Come on home with me, early 90's I wasn't pearly and shinning, I was certainly grimy Cause I ain't have no fresh clothe,or jewerly with the X O My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack Where the kitty cat, mice run around the damn sticky trap Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her She picked up the bat like Maguire For that matter hit me, I was back at her Come home where I ducked the DT Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese Come on home with me, where I stand on my post Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonase and toast And pepper, many nights I done slept with a hefa Any beef came it left on a stretcher, Killa Come on home with me, where they rapidly flossing Where I beg Kim to have the abortion Money brang back extortion, caution There ain't no track in the office Relax in the coffin, and the bitch know I'm serious Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss your period So come home with me, where the girls wanna come home with me And say Cam "If you leave, don't hit me", love to see the chrome whippy The car a quarter mill, on the wheels I done blown 50 Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60 Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me So come home with me, where a nigga make Starbucks I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks Awww shucks [Juelz Santana] Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto That's home to me, everynight my girl crying come home to me No, come home with me where there so many cops The block is boiling and the food is spoiled But that pot with the rock is boiling Same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds Niggas don't listen to broads, they having you sitting in court for kids that ain't yours, come home with me Where everyday the glocks go pop Where the front doors broke and them locks don't lock Come home with me, dog where the beef is seeking Kids don't trick or treat, they


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