I'm Home

[Intro: Game] Nigga, I'm from Compton I don't need no mothafuckin' pass, no stamp, no nothin' I don't need a passport to come through the mothafuckin' 'hood, nigga I got a gun and a Bentley, what [Verse 1: Game] Yeah, throw on my Levi's, throw on my hoodie Tie up my Jordan's I'm ready for whatever Hit the block like Bush, but I ain't no Saint I'm just a 'hood nigga who taught himself how to paint Pictures mothafucka I'll show you how I went from rags to riches mothafucka Welcome to the block life, niggas on the block like The boy Hov can't tell me shit about the Roc life I started with powder, turned into hard rock Call it a cafe when the fiends here all block We was just hustlin', listenin' to Scarface Throwin' back tall cans, lookin' out for marked vans I used to do it for my mother Change the diapers on my sisters, clean the Pumas for my brothers, mothafucka If that's not 'hood, send a shot to my dome Wipe the wheels on the Bentley, nigga and tell the 'hood I'm comin' home [Hook] I'm home, you know what it is Ready for the biz and I gotta do it big I'm home, how many times are you alive if you ran these streets So many times the streets kept calling me [Verse 2: Game] I used to hit the block like a bat out of hell With a blunt in my mouth and a pocket full of shells Somebody shot my older brother, give a fuck about a jail Give a fuck who outside, I don't care who tell It was like that when we was just boys in the 'hood Nigger, fuck what you saw on Boyz N the Hood This is real, feel my pain, feel my gun, grab it And when we pull up on this corner, let 'em have it You wanna know how it feel to kill Then grab my steal and peel at will Put the ski mask on, hop in the backseat Show 'em how to turn the block into a trackmeet Your honor I'm guilty, I'm a felon and I pack heat Fiends know my name cause Game let the crack speak If that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome Wipe the Lamborghini down, nigga and tell the 'hood I'm coming home [Hook] [Verse 3: Kurupt] What you think mo' fucka? I'll let seventeen go before you blink mo' fucka I'm a poetry racist You know it's me instantly just off a couple of phrases I'm seventeen years and pussy just stopped a bullet Pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie I'm headed to the house, the land of ram Runnin' in niggas spots, drop your hands and the grams Drop everything you got from your pockets to your hands When I was young we hit licks out of Astro vans When I was young the Fox Hillmar was alit Lick with Aquafina flow, Euprovina for pits Pup, a child to a hog, a cat to a dog I'm a lion to these frogs, who's supplyin' raw I'm feeling like Martin Luther King, it seems And everything I visualized was just a dream I'm headed home nigga [Hook]