Artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib f/ BJ The Chicago Kid
Album:  Knicks Remix EP
Song:   Home
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Freddie Gibbs]
(Fa' sho) Uh, LeBron number 9s'
I guess we'll never seen on this dick, I'm on to mine
It's quite cliché to say that I'm on my grind
And phone conversation ain't substitution for time
In another city, reminisce on days when I ain't have a fuckin penny
These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fuckin with me
Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show (naw)
Got a gun, a ski mask and a half an ounce of crack though (bitch)
Slammin, in the pizza shop with Josh
Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock
Wish you knew the feeling
We both so different but our situation so appealing
Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion
And every hustler need a main thang
Baby, once I get it I'ma make ya last name change
Uh, said every hustler need a main thang
Baby, once I get it I'ma make ya last name change - Gibbs

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
The hits still sockin, clockers still clockin
Paper still droppin, naw it ain't stockin
Girl I'm comin ho-ome, as soon as I get this paper
Yeah the block still crackin and girl know I'm packin
And if it pop off, girl know I'm back in
But I'm comin ho-ome, as soon as I get this paper

[Freddie Gibbs]
Aiyyo summertime, a hundred five, gettin mine
Smoke lye, they want the kush the Cali kind
I smoke with her, I choke with her, get ghost with her
A go-getta, help me come up from a broke nigga
A home team, and she ain't stressin my pockets
She got her own cream, sometimes I slip at the mouth (Bitch~!)
and say the wrong thing, and once we fight, it's back to fuckin
My Polos and my Timbos out the window, but it's nothin
Whaaat! Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fuckin
I bend that ass right over on the sofa like it's nothing
So bust it open for a playa, nose to ya fuckin toes
I'm comin home, don't be trippin on them other hoes
Uh, yeah.. fa sho baby, Gibbs