Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Home With Me , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come Home With Me |
| 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 clothes |
| Or jewerly with the X O’s |
| My house had asbestos, though I’m fixing up a 60 pack |
| Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' 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 mayonaise 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 |
| Aww shucks |
| Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto |
| That’s home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with 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 get tricked for treating |
| Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing |
| Niggas twist they cheekin', ripped to pieces |
| Our kids get even, come home with me |
| Don’t leave your condoms behind |
| 'Cause them bitches leave there martians behind |
| Pray to God that I’m fine, come on home with me |
| Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city |
| Where these kids need food |
| Niggas need guidance and bitches need roofs |
| Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks |
| Phone is off, rent is backed up |
| Come on home with me, niggas strap up |
| Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up |
| Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it |
| Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it |
| Don’t get trapped in it |
| Come on home with me, where my parents |
| Would leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam |
| 7 keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome |
| 13 I ran the streets with the chrome |
| Come on home with me, where the buses don’t run |
| And my dogs stay busting there guns |
| Think that getting caught by Justice is fun? |
| Keep a blade up the in the gum, this is Harlem World |
| Where the fuck is you from? |
| Come on home with me every few minutes, was a knock on the door |
| Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes kicks socks on the floor |
| Mommy like be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door |
| Is the locks on the door? |
| Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30 |
| One gram on that butter is 30 |
| 4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early |
| Don’t stutter mothafuckers you heard me, uh |
| Come on home with me these are the facts, Steve Francis and Latifah |
| Got jacked, Mike Tyson punch Mitch Green in the face |
| Sarge snatched by the feds, we was the case |
| No shit he still pleading his case, come home with me |
| Hoes say thats Jones with you, but I wouldn’t take him home with you |
| Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me |
| The chrome you see, the Jones you see, dip-sect, come home with me |
| Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones, Killa |
| Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana |
| Blak A Don Dipomatic |
| We comin' for ya 2 double 1 |
| For life hold that down and what |
| Harlem, Harlem, Harlem |