Lyrics When You Come Home - Black Rob, Rhea

When You Come Home

I remember that day clear, the month and the year
I was hustlin, '89 Downtown in Times Square
With ten niggas, but you recognized the Commander
You went to school and worked part time at Alexander
Chain and kiss on the cheeks
I said some slick shit like, 'we can do this on a beach'
You laughed, straight teeth, mines was all crooky
You walked away but kept turning back, laughin and lookin
I’m gassed, I said Pity she ain’t want me to leave
Then she the one, I also waiting to see
Not called you, you called me we on the same tune
I’m Uptown me and June in the game room
I was glad to hear your voice, you choice
Brown sugar, 5'5'' a body was moist
And on top at all, personalities to match
Had a lot in common, yeah we still took it from scratch
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you (you know)
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
You was there when I signed with Diddy
You was there when hit the city
There when I cried
Your advice was like from your titties
So, after a while I started flourishing
And just to think that you was sitting down
Having a couple of drinks, me and you on the
I’m calling quits, cheatin, no matter how you call that shit
My stomach hurtin now, on the pit
And that’s nonsense, you told you I was fuckin on tour
Not true,
You know what, boo?
I think I showed you too much feelings
I ain’t believe when he said you fucked from the building
It’s cool-o, I let you kick me in my culo
I ain’t coming back now matter how much you scream
I spent a lot of dough on you, I put jewelery to goal on you
And that’s how this all you gon do?
Yo
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you (you know)
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
I admit now, time is hard
Fucked out, I was locked up, you
We missed each other, guess it’s so used to you
Everything about the shit that we used to do
It’s spice you cookin, you give a nigga real good lovin and
That’s why we still snap back, like a rubberband
Another man can’t do what I do, I got you
I said the sky is blue and is blue
You fam, you know was better enough you fucked with Scram
Got you actin up for, smuggling grams
What you want, ma?
Ha, the house or the car?
Yeah I know I’m locked down, but I’m still B. R
And love, before a minute there I thought you lost me
I got three and a halfin, happy home shortly
You probably thinkin I’m just poppin shit
Like some nigga get home and do
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you (you know)
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
Ma, listen I gave you respect because you earned it
You still here fucking with me, could you see?
Ma, soon as I touch I’m getting money soon
We gon do the engagement, then the Honeymoon
I’m feeling you, you coming or what?
What’s crazy, me standing here spilling my guts
How dreams ain’t gon turn to dust?
Long is all about me, you and the all outta us
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home
From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends
I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home
I’ll be waiting for you (you know)
I’ll be waiting for you when you come home