| I done been around the globe, with records I sold
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| Came back home, pride got stole
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| Poobie ain’t the one to ever break down and fall
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| Sketched a new plan, made a few mo'
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| Pulled out a scroll and jotted a few notes in it
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| Don’t be concerned with niggas homie, go get it
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| I show spit it for my UK peeps
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| Brother you don’t want it when LB’s in the street
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| Dude, we got heat, keep jams like jelly
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| Swing like Teddy, come box with me
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| Want what with me? |
| Yeah I rides with P
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| And 9th my codeine when we go to the mic
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| We let beats and rhymes take us where we like
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| Shit, I might fly off tonight
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| I’m tellin you right, Stockholm might find you a wife
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| Where you can land and catch your cool where the climate is nice
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| I done been around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
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| Californ-i-a and back again
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| Up and down ninety-five like I’m traffickin
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| Still, it’s no place like home
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| You know how it is when you out, hear folks talkin bout
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| Where they was when it happened, who is, who ain’t rappin
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| People still packin, cups flow with 'gnac
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| And still, it’s no place like home
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| I done been around the globe and back again
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| LB took a week, flew out to Japan
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| Ate steak and Koubei, rode the bullet train
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| I thought niggas was goin down comin back on the plane
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| I toured the US in a broke RV
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| Drivin down the coastline is a sight to see
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| Still, it’s no place like life in NC
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| Or, goin back to the seven-oh-three
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| Every breath got a drum and a kick
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| A moment to sit, think about all the places I been
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| Then I’m, right back to the paper and pen
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| You know, I gotta do it again
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| Yeah, uh, home’s where the heart is and that’s real
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| Cause you don’t appreciate home until you gone
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| So when I’m all alone I just think about my people
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| At the crib for a minute and it puts me in the zone
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| And it’s all right where I need to be
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| Cause I know I’m not around but there’s people I love there that needin me
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| And I can see it in they eyes when I come back
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| Seein my momma and she happy that her son back
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| Pops too, let me say props to
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| 9th and Pooh for lettin me stop through
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| It’s because of them I’m outa state doin wild shit
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| Instead of back at the crib doin some foul shit
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| They peep game, gave me some pointers
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| Now I’m in different cities standin on different corners
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| So if I’m gone you can hit me on the phone
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| I’ll be gone for a minute but I’m soon to be home
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| It’s no place like home
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| That’s why I’m right here, I love bein here baby
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| I done been around the world and I-I-I
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| 9th Wonder, C Sams, broad, forty free
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| Uh, yeah, HOJ |