Ain't nobody seen shit Wake up to a homicide, Ain't nobody dreams to Welcome to the home of the Home invasion DEA like to raid, You might get your home
table love them sniff the nose candy When I'm walking by the women saying "Who is that nigga?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga." I was raised in the home
heard me yet Today you crossed your heart And said you'd meet me in the dark When I called you on the phone You pretended you weren't home Hey baby
Was it on the back of some guitar Is it sleeping in the hallway Does it cry all night alone Is it selling itself for money Does it want, does it want to come home
Open up your windows 'cuz the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home
some talk of deviation from what was never mentioned So I set out to find the wrong way home Home inside the hour, tuning my guitar Well, I get that
Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar
erase the page I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone Get Dino to take a machinos and then force you to live home I'ma take
street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up find Jerome, ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell these hoez
Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Mama still
't good enough for her She had a pretty face but her head was up in space She needed to come back down to earth Five years from now, she sits at home
My father was a fisherman My Mama was a fisherman's friend And I was born in the boredom and the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in
planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin' Home
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in the hall Stare at me through a crack in the door Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar Started
And now it's drawn me in 6Th Avenue heartache Below me was a homeless man I'm singin' songs I knew complete On the steps alone, his guitar in hand It
dented garbage can a blind man staring at something only he can see I spotted him like night sky plotted and star struck sits at alone, eats at home
came to do Sing for the people Count the money and the miles back home to you Well, each night I take the stage With a six piece band and a guitar in