Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Home Sweet Home Lyrics
[kool g. rap]Brothers on the corner sellin junkGot held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunkYou got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punksPolice only harass you when they wanna get a chunkThey got so many corners and they got so many spotsAnd I cant even bump up the blockWithout the, yo man, what you got?Im walkin past somebody lookin strangeHes lookin for a hit for veinsOr hell blow out somebodys brainsEven the shorties livin naughty livesWalkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fivesI just found out the candy stores a frontThey walk in the candy storeMan g, candys far from what they wantYou might see a pickle or a popsicleBut if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickelsHoney used to look like a winnerNow she cant even get took to dinnerCause so many dealers ran up in herSomebodys blood is on the tarLast night was a homicide from a fight inside the barLoudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebodyBroke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glassMoney got robbed for his bankThey broke in his house and took everythingExcept the kitchen sinkLittle man murdered on the sceneHe tried to come off at the liquor store, hes only 17Grannys damn near pushin 80A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the ladyCover your head, cause its a dead zone, in the red zoneYeah, this is my home sweet homeThree card molly, another man to foolWhites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animalsIm gettin frisked by the copsThey only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black mans topUp in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see meBut yo I heard shes givin vdJust when you think the skies are gettin blueBang bang -- another brothers split in twoCant sleep, cause the streets are filled with dangerMiss, your little daughters a swinger, you cant change herShe left with a stranger, inside a drug dealers partyNow off to the morgue, to go indentify her bodySonny boy is goin on the stripRobbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clipSomebody gave a tip, so the next time he flippedAnd shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zippedA baby is born and needs lovinBut instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a ovenCops killin our kids, but they bill usSo whats more worse, the killer cops or the cop killersEverydays another riskIm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like pissNo heat, just pots of hot waterIm walkin eight flights up, the elevators out of orderMan that landlord is the lowestBecause I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction noticeI felt like breakin all his bones, psssshIm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home*door shuts*
