Cam`ron Come Home With Me(feat Jim Jones Juelz Santana Lyrics

Come Home With Me(feat Jim Jones Juelz Santana Lyrics

[Cam'ron talking]

 Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man

 Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!

 

 [Cam'ron]

 Yo, yo, Come on home wit me, early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney

 I was so damn grimey

 'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes

 Or jewelry wit the X's O's

 My house had espestoes

 I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat

 Mice run around the damn sticky trap

 Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter

 Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her

 She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter

 Hit me, I was back at her

 Come home where I duck the DT's

 Line around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese

 Come on home wit me, where I stand on my post

 Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast

 And pepper, many nights I done slept wit a heefer

 Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!

 Come on home wit me, where they rapidly flossin'

 Where I begged Kim to have the abortion

 Money, brown bag, extortion

 Caution, where there's tragedy often

 Relax in a coffin

 And the bitch know I'm serious

 'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period

 So come home wit me

 Where the girls wanna come home wit me

 They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"

 Love to see the chrome wit me

 The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50

 Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60

 Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me

 So come home wit me, where a nigga make star bucks

 I'm about to cop a +Starbucks+

 I'm the first one wit hard luck

 Now I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks

 AWWWWW SHUCKS!

 

 [Juelz Santana]

 Yo come home wit me

 To the streets, the slums, the ghettoes

 That's come to me

 Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"

 No! Come home wit me

 Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling

 The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling

 Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in

 Come home wit me, where these bitches is frauds

 Niggas don't listen to broads

 They have you sittin' in court wit kids that ain't yours

 Come home wit me, where every day the glocks go pop

 Where the front door is broke, and them locks don't lock

 Come home wit me, dog where the beef is seekin'

 Kid's don't trick or treat, they get +tricked+ for +treating+

 Come home wit me, where the pistols squeezing

 Where niggas twist the cheekin, ripped to pieces are kids get even

 Come home wit me, don't leave ya condoms behind

 'Cause bitches leave them martians behind

 Pray to God that I'm fine

 Come on home wit me, come on zone wit me

 Come on walk through this cold city

 Where these kids need food

 Niggas need God, and some bitches need rules

 Come on home wit me, where niggas livin' off they last buck

 Phonies off, rentings backed up

 Come on home wit me, niggas strap up

 Hit the streets gats up

 Clap up, and get they money back up

 Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it

 Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it

 So don't get trapped in it

 

 [Jim Jones]

 Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...

 Leave me alone

 So early I was free to just rome

 Wit 7 keys to the home

 11 trees to the dome

 13 I ran the streets wit the chrome

 Come on home wit me, where the buses don't run

 And my dog stay bustin his gun

 Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun

 Keep a blade up in they gums

 This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from?

 Uh, come on home wit me every few minutes was a knock on the door

 Fiends come coppin' the raw

 Clothes, kicks, socks on the floor

 Mommy like "Be quiet because I really think them cops at the door!"

 There's some locks on the door

 Come on home wit me, grandmothers is 30

 One gram on that butter is 30

 Sold grams wit my cousin birdy

 School, cutting it early

 Don't stutter motherfuckers you heard me

 Come on home wit me, these are the facts

 Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked

 Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face

 Sauce snatched by the feds, weed was the case

 And shit he still pleading his case

 Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"

 But I wouldn't take them home wit you

 Come home wit me, get stoned wit me

 Get zoned wit me, the crome you see

 Dip set come home wit me

 

 Uh...Dip Set nigga, Jim Jones, Killa!

 Freakey Zeekey, Juelz Santana