Laulunsanoja:
Tribe Here At The Home

are clean You know the light is always on Be of good cheer now somehow You can forget for now You know your glass is always full Down here at the home

at the clothes Mom bought And those who weren't laughing still had a ball Because they were pointing and whispering As I walked down the hall I got home

don't come home to Sunday We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday Break a girl off that chain like Cunta Kintae So will you dip with me baby girl On a trip

be the realest shit you ever quote My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still

They lyin', man There's only one thing I can do Hey man, wait a You treat me like a bitch Hey, yo Now look at you Look at you, muthafucka Now look at

Christmas gifts Rushing for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially Told her that, "You the star at

here crying I won?t stand here crying anymore I?m off the floor I?m standing here

slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina

you slip, you hit the chalk And fall in the nighttime Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home