| 1 for the money, 2 for the streets
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| 3 for the niggas with the gangsta-ass beats
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| A .45, cause I’m up to no good
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| 6 plus 4 plus 1 for the hood
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| Steppin outside in my fresh K Swiss
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| Khakis on crizzack, t-shirt on thick
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| Jumped in my ride, and I’m leanin to the side
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| An hour rollin west on the 105
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| Got off on Crenshaw, here to conjure the 20th
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| Bumpin the oldies, lookin for the muthafuckin homies
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| Cause it’s the weekend, ain’t no sleepin
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| Hoodrats and dub sacks is what I’m seekin
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| Moved out the hood a couple of years ago
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| But still I can’t let it go
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| Like bomb cock, it’s got me comin back for mo'
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| Nigga, my neighborhood, a/k/a the Asphalt Killing Fields
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| I can’t stay
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| I just can’t stay away
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| Now as I cruise by the park, niggas hit me up
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| And since I’m true to mine, nigga, I’m givin it back up
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| Shit, I gives a fuck, nigga, this is straight
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| H-double o-d-s-t-a all mutthafuckin dizzay
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| Hit the curve on the bend
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| Jack the ass up, hung a left, now I’m cruisin up Wilton
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| Beatin, bass beatin, speakers screamin
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| Leanin, steady leanin, peepin the scene, and
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| Scoop teens in jeans, tip off the hat
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| Nigga, where’s the ho’s at, where’s the ho’s at?
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| I hear the party’s tonight at Terminal Island
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| But first I’m steppin to Steven’s for some chili juice fries, and
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| Now we on our way to the spot
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| 16 batteries, 4 pumps, you tell me if this shit’ll pop
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| Too old for this — never
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| Even if my pubic hairs were grey
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| I can’t stay away
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| I just can’t stay away
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| There’s no place like home
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| There’s no place like home
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| Can’t stay away from the hood too long
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| Pulled at a party, and I’m hittin a switch
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| Because my shit it hot, hoes all on my dizznick
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| Jealous niggas callin me out
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| Now what’s this all about?
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| Muthafuckas pullin they money out
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| But they don’t wanna see me, nigga, I’m showin off chrome
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| 40 inch a lift, fool, gettin my clown on
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| One lift, two lift, look, now I’m standin it up
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| Backin niggas up while I’m hittin the square dumps
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| Damn, it musta been a full moon
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| Cause tonight I was actin a muthafuckin fool
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| Till the party got turned out, and niggas started bustin
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| So we headed back to the hood, lookin for somethin else to do
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| But that’s when one-time jacked and pulled us over
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| And took me to jail for a warrant back in October
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| But the county’s so fool, I be out in three days
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| Right back at it again, I can’t stay a…
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| I can’t stay away
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| I just can’t stay away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homesick , by - WC & The Maad Circle. Song from the album Curb Servin', in the genre R&B