don't want to do anything Oh yeah, I'm going out to get a job I'm gonna rise up to the top I'm gonna make a million dollars A couple years have gone
t want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone
Traducción: Home Grown. Comece um trabalho.
want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone by
Go to my page and follow And if you got a body like a Coke bottle Shorty sent a twitpic, saying come and get this Lol smiley face, lol smiley face
worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a
've ever known You are my home You are my home Yes, you're my home Ya hear me, you're my home you're my home yes it's home, yes the only life I've ever
right there that the man right here Is you workin hard (yeah) How you get around (car) Is you getting money (yeah) Is that money yours (aww) She don?t even need a job
soon a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta
face Shorty sent a twitpic saying come and get this, LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face Go to my page and follow, if you got a body like a Coke bottle.
bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home (Verse 2) Thinking '
Amarosa, YM vultures, there ain't a family doper, We done changed the way the game looks, Sammy Sosa, (Ha ha) This is life this ain't a job, Audemare
beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown
Got me a cute a*** prosecutor Too smart to let a n*** prostitute her Before we f***, she liked to read my rights And afterwards give a n*** legal advice
never came fake on a microphone I always let 'em know that the town is home I wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a mack Stay true to the game, always
go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got
if you grow up and you go and O.D. They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee And get a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault So
