Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome Home, artist - The Game. Album song Born 2 Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One U.S
Song language: English
Welcome Home |
I wake up every mornin' on the same shit |
I smoke my wood to the roach, like I ain’t rich |
Niggas I used to hang with, is still gang, gang with |
Lamborghini outside but, nigga, that won’t change shit |
Same nigga that gave you classic after classic |
Could still chop rock and zip it, plastic after plastic |
Why you think Dr. Dre don’t take me on them yachts with 'em? |
Whisperin' to Snoop, «This nigga probably got a Glock with 'em,» facts |
Smoke comin' out the ‘Rari hood |
Nigga, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could |
Motivation for all my niggas that’s watchin' |
All my niggas from Watts and South Central and Compton |
I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot |
Leanin' with it tucked in my drawers and I hope not |
'Cause doin' 25 to life is a roadblock |
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop |
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga) |
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga) |
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga) |
Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas? |
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga) |
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? |
(Dope, niggas) |
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga) |
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga) |
Fire to the spoon put you on the moon |
Make America Great Again? |
You a fuckin' coon |
And you niggas wonder why I’m unenthused? |
'Cause hard bottoms trump runnin' shoes |
And the less you know, the longer you live |
And the more you know, they tappin' your crib |
My niggas that say they got shot and actually did |
Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G? |
What happened to L, what happened to Proof, and Jam Jay though? |
Hip-hop'll lean on you, R.I.P. |
to Fredo |
Young niggas stay woke, old niggas stay woke |
It’s rainin' hollow tips, I’m drippin' in this Gucci raincoat |
Security won’t pat me, niggas won’t at me |
Same nigga that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis |
Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me |
This my last album, muhfucker, I hope you happy |
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga) |
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga) |
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga) |
Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas? |
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga) |
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? |
(Dope, niggas) |
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga) |
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga) |
This shit’s over |
Say this your last shit, I don’t believe you, Chuck |
I remember L.A.X., nigga |
Bring that beat back for me though, I gotta say somethin' |
Yeah, Chuck, what up? |
I was like, 'Fuck rap music', I’m gon' rob me a bank |
Starvin' artists ain’t my style, that shit’ll drive me insane |
Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game |
Probably die up in these streets but I survive through my name |
Every nigga 'round me killers and I doubt it’d change |
If the police get behind us, we go out with a bang |
Early 2000s, Murder Inc. was a shame |
We was sayin' bullets got no names |
Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like 2Pac on stage |
But, fuck a dream if it’s not gon' pay |
You feel me? |
White Sox hat with my Glock on waist |
Couldn’t tell me I was not O’Shea |
Posted at the Quick 'N Split, don’t get caught on tape |
'Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay |
Chuck, I remember your white Range |
Slauson Ave., ran up on you, gave you my mixtape |
Now |
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga |
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga |
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga |
Why the fuck you think they call us dope nigga? |
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga |
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, nigga? |
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga |
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga |