Testo Home - Erick Sermon
Testo della canzone Home (Erick Sermon), tratta dall'album Chilltown, New York
The Surgeon General of Chilltown, New York
Has determined that the sounds you're about to hear
Can be devastating to your ear
Yeah, uh huh, huh, Long Island
Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan
Staten, Y.O., uhh
Yo, E-Dub, I come from the gutter
The Ving Rhames of rap, it's guns or butter
I make things happen, rappin'
The game don't wanna act right, we kidnap it
Get on the floor, rob it like Napster
There's gonna be slow singin' and flower bringin' so call the pastor
The Roger Moore of the rap game
He's 007, I'm E-Double the veteran, the name
Erick, the way I do it is Mean Joe
Green Eyed Bandit, nigga check the pamphlet
On my CD, you won't hear the same
It's two special guests and the rest is my name
You won't hear the bling, or the champagne nuttin'
You won't hear a nigga on the microphone frontin'
And no love songs, I'm not serenadin'
I'm just narratin' the streets on my beats
I'm a New York nigga and Strawberry's home
That's a New York nigga and it gets no bigger
Go figure, ch-ch-check out, check out, check out my melody
Bittin' niggaz' style that's a Jayo Felony
I'm a rap pioneer what you tellin' me?
This ain't hot in the street, so what you sellin' me?
That's a bootleg rap, shake dance Duke
You a fluke, got proof and that's that
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin'?
Chilltown, New York, Chilltown, New York
It was all good just a week ago
Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten
Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin'?
Chilltown, New York, Chilltown, New York
Yeah, why didn't you make your own music?
You thought Down South records'd do it, nope
You're you and that's them
Look in the mirror, that's you and that's them, find yourself
If 'Pac came back he'd be a mad muh'fucker
Now all y'all proceeds should be goin' to his mother
get your money, your career was cute
But y'all hoes will soon be exposed, open the doors
The Don King of the rap ring, I bring the mic
Promote the hype, be in Vegas that night, let's fight
Ding, there's nuttin' more to it
I'm takin' back the city and that key you got to it yep
I'm the first one to bounce Down South
A T L in ninety-two, I took that route, uh-huh
Real recognize real, Def Squad regime
The rap supreme, that's my team, yeah
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan
Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin'?
Chilltown, New York, Chilltown, New York
It was all good just a week ago
Suffolk, Nausau, Yonkers, Staten
Chilltown, my nigga what's happenin'?
Chilltown, New York, Chilltown, New York
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Writer(s): Erick Sermon, M. Berto
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