boy I ain't got a home I ain't got a girl I ain't got a son I ain't got no kin I ain't got no one I'm a lonely frog I ain't got a home Madam, take
Fordítás: A Band. Nem Got No Home.
in my world Do or die, baby, I ain't kidding you I don't wanna be your distant man Tellin' me I don't do enough for plans I really can't afford to let
and my waist band Man, I couldn't take it no more Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor We hit skins all weekend We didn't even eat, we just hit
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called
band bank roll Tell a bitch I take you places where your man can't go Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Can't you see the difference 'tween
the tropics 'Cause errbody know it ain't trickin' if ya got it Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet Long as I got rubber band banks in my pocket
Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin' I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin' Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of
big booty a smack, ayy! She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low, low low low low I ain't never seen nuthin
Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?
"Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home. It's the same
uncle John's band by the riverside (Brother, ain't no time to hate) Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide (Sister, ain't no time
I ain't no cowboy I just look like one And I ain't no prisoner But I'm on the run from these chains And I'm just between trains I ain't no loner I just
s T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the
feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain't gotta speak, they
with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands What you sellin' blow again? How she got you holdin' guns but you call that hoe your friend? You ain't 'posed to bring her home
holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin' When the shit poppin' off in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas
