THIS IS JUS A LITTLE SOMTHIN SO YALL COULD SEE WHAT MY HOOD WAS LIKE IN CALI



Take a trip...
To the kitchen rats & roaches, from the full package open
Of Half a frozen ground beef ...clogged w/ blacks Im smokin
Packed a chrome & I'm ready to bust, cats is covered w/ love
Mother I trust, others will cut ya throat & ya covered in blood
If you love her enough be with her, if that's what ya plan dude
Cuz Im a damn fool...tricks hesitate on the nut..right to plan 2
I had a handful of coke in the locks on my door dough in a box
A pro at 12, sold on the block & learned to turn soap into rocks
Hopin it's not the life I lead full fledge criminal I'll fight to see
Daylight thru these eyes recite my pleas of winnin despite my greed....
My life's precieve as street mentals, my feet's tender
&The clothes I wore out..I sleep in em. & sleep renders
Thoughts that are deep centered,in me I leak for sinners
Leavin bitter not knowing if we gonna be eatin dinner

(Hook)
Cmon on home blast ya dro, & lay back & smoke
Remember the days we had to put a match to stove
Take it back to home, nothing is taken 4 granted
Take a long nap...& you'll be in a wake on the planet
Cmon Home Wit Me...

The way of the hustlers? Seen it but I never turned my back
Images of the crack cuttin' coke & the druggys with the stack
Gats gettin' packed everyday was another broke hustlers dream
Shoot the five? They fuck with steam that'll heat another scence
Shortys gettin' reamed & raped they screamin' at the fiends who,
Stole their virginity & took heed to the final beatin', knew
The gunsmoke but failed too acknowledge & paid they homage
Only way most niggas know to survive isn't thru local colleges
Offered this to the youth but the truth is its not the worst
Good times overshadow the evil & the outcome isn't a hearse
Pizza slices with the Minute Maid grape & quarter juice grenades
Hot whips to spit game at chicks who we spotted at P.R. Parades
I'm just speakin' on my times thru these rhymes you wrote with me
Take it back to hustlin' sick & askin' you to come home with me..

(Hook)
Cmon on home blast ya dro, & lay back & smoke
Remember the days we had to put a match to stove
Take it back to home, nothing is taken 4 granted
Take a long nap...& you'll be in a wake on the planet
Cmon Home Wit Me...

come home with me, where u get on ya knees to mop the kitchen
family's got no pans to cook food, and got no pots to piss in
come home with me, where crack heads patrol like cops
and Cali’s finest are paid to pretend to patrol the block
come home with me, Denny Ave. drug dealers rockin the AIR’s
same block ya alarm clock is gun shots rockin the air
come home wit me, westside natives no outsiders keep it on lock
same place where the kitchen stove gotta heat the whole house
come home wit me, where niggas rob local department stores
where druggies make lines right outside ya apartment door
where outsiders get murdered and pockets are known to thieves
so then again its not really safe for you to come home with me...
come home wit me....

(Hook)
Cmon on home blast ya dro, & lay back & smoke
Remember the days we had to put a match to stove
Take it back to home, nothing is taken 4 granted
Take a long nap...& you'll be in a wake on the planet
Cmon Home Wit Me...