Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody's Home, artist - Do Or Die. Album song Headz Or Tailz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Nobody's Home |
Baby it’s ya perogative what you do |
I don’t give a damn what he think about you |
All i know is one plus one is two |
We can lay back while we sip a few |
Yeah it’s true, you can be my boo |
Tears to let out or you |
All i wanna do is keep in line wit you |
Doin everything if it’s fine with you |
Lemme pick you up at a certain time |
Sit and dine drink the finest wine |
Ice over Cristal |
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile |
In a little while |
Better time and ride out |
To tha finest hideout |
Silver wrist and a twist |
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk |
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me |
Sit back and hide wit me |
Conversate when you fly wit me |
You dont need to be touched on |
Makin love over rough zone |
Playa hater get crushed on |
Bumrushed on |
Peep the game from a playa |
Who survived in the rought streets |
Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat |
Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat |
I dont roll deep |
Just a lil bit o care |
Cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall |
To ball wit all the blunts |
Treat me right you deserve some dough |
But never earn my trust |
Stop trippin you can wae the bun |
Sit back in the smoothe ride |
Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time |
And i ain’t thinkin bout ya other man |
All I’m thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz |
But it’s right there |
Hook |
Ooooh na na na na na na |
Nobody’s Home Nobody’s Home |
My four five-oh hit the front door |
Got me chillin like a star |
Out the ro ro |
Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull |
But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze |
Checkin me out like I’m po-po |
Bring a friend dont go solo |
Let’s bail in your car |
V-12 double-oh |
Got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe |
Three philly’s from the store |
Got a place we can go |
Drie slow make a right keep it tight |
Now, park by the meter |
Roll the weed up |
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater |
Playa Playa baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends |
Got a V-12 double-oh benz |
Plus you stackin the Benjamins |
Baby, puff puff pass and pull |
You can get hurt like that |
And why you wearin skirts like that |
Do he wonder where you at |
While he sellin zones you havin sex |
Puttin it down |
Givin up ya check |
See I’m a young playa |
Got game from tha vest |
I can talk a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat |
I can put my name on that |
And oh |
It’s about four |
My mama should be walkin in the door |
So put on ya clothes |
Remember nobody knows |
Spray the air freshener before we go |
Do what ya doin |
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you |
Could never be alone so pickup the phone |
Baby I’m down in the zone (and nobody’s home) |
Oooh na na na na na na |
Nobody’s Home Nobody’s Home |
Do you wanna take this chance wit me |
I know (I know) I know he be seeing you glance at me |
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy |
Let’s go to your place just you and me |
Take it slow |
Dont cry dry your eyes |
Despise the way that he treat you with lies |
I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing |
No pain |
I be ya moon stars and ya sun |
No rain |
See it’s flamin when he leave us alone |
Come close |
Neverfind the brakes when I’m at your home |
I won’t boast |
Or brag when I’m next to you |
True |
I do all the thangs ya man won’t do |
For you |
So here’s a few things to let you know |
When you’re down |
Here’s my number when I’m far away |
]From your town |
So call me when you have a need |
For me |
And by the way did you leave in my pocket |
This G ??? |
Ooooh na na na na na na |
Nobody’s Home Nobody’s Home |
Nobody’s Home (Nobody's home) |
(xx) |
Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P |
Nobody’s Home (xx) |