[Intro: Pharrell]
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Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude
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And used to throw money like this - WHOOOO!
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Honey what you lookin at? Ain't no need to guessin
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Starin over here you about to be a legend
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[Chorus: Pharrell]
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And when my nigga come home
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We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn
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I tell you when my nigga come home
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We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone
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I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate
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Have lobster (and) shrimp (and) pasta, steak
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When my nigga come home
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He can have any damn thing that he want
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[The Game]
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I got a nigga locked up, for about another month
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He did nine years, he'll be home before I finish this blunt
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(What else?) I just bought an ounce of skunk
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Me and my nigga 'bout to go hard like when LeBron dunk
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(Yeah) We (Ridin' High) like Southern niggaz in the dump
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And e'rybody and they momma know U.G.K. in the trunk
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(What's in the backseat?) North Cakalak' freaks
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And the shit that we smokin can melt the Mac on they cheeks
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Well we headed to that Magic City, he ain't see no ass and titties
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in about a decade, these hoes 'bout to get paid
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They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
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Two-time felon takin a shower in the motherfuckin strip club
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: repeat 2X]
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Inhale, inhale
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and blow it out, blow it out
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[The Game]
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When my nigga come home, that's on E'RYTHANG, I got him!!
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Know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
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Know how many pictures I was mad that I took
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cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had my shook
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And all you wanted was Superhead's book
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So I sent because I meant it now the clothes is the crooks
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And your girl, she fine as a motherfucker
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Told you she cheated on you, she was lyin like a motherfucker
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When you went in, we was dreamin 'bout that trey
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Now it's a four door flyin spur with "Killafornia" plates
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'Member when we was in the spot, writin to them Dre beats
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Now I'm fuckin with some N*E*R*Ds; Chad and Skateboard P
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But remember when we was hard?
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Sayin to each other nothin rippin us apart
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Now a nigga ballin and you sittin on the yard
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But you comin home to that Ferrari in the car
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Max that motherfucker!
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[Chorus + Interlude]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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One thing you can count on when you touch down
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You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out
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Comin home eventually, you in the penitentiary
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The homies like to mention me cause I looks out, essentially
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Big BC cuz, J-Dawg and Tray Deee
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Young Joda, Scotty Boi and Y.C.
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Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips
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Blue put me on the set; nigga, it's 20 Crip
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My cousin Flip been locked up for 25
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And Dre-Lo, he's a real 20 Crip for life
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Now if I mention yo' name, you know the business cuz
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When you get it - you know we livin it up!
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[Chorus + Interlude]
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When My Niggas Come Home
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The Game |