Chorus: And it's home boys, home! Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree Are all a-
up find Jerome, ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on [Hook] [C-Bone] Dope boys
pastries and drunk with power Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left A little more to the left, boys
me clean i don't know how to dance but i know how to lean in my p.miller pants ohhh im the sheriff and you in my town you know how i get down i don't
like Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries? Pants so skin tight man so freak like Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight Now she wanna go home
need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin' in his ride with his home boys
we at?a?? a??Ft. Lauderdalea?¦ one of the seediest towns in the country. It's gross. Sex shops galore.a?? a??You like it?a?? a??I feel right at home.
stall Slow drag wit your brain against the wall Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don't fall All y'all, fuck boys Tuck toys inside your pants Just
now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail, Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale: They've given us a pension boys of
re my darling drunk or sober Now brave boys we're off for marching off to Portugal and Spain Drums are beating, banners flying the Devil a home will
back road off in Glasgow we can travel it with no hassle Shoot through Roscoe, back in a town like a king off in his castle Government homes be the
Put five on the grapes so u know i'm gon' blow Got the new pack shoe, bought it right out the door Holla at the dope girls, dope boys all GO... Man
my home-boys Gotty Road, Riverdale, Hillendale, boys That jump out the day, shorty, get to take yours A-Town hats and A-Town jerseys Watch them A-Town boys
And let 'em all know that we some psycho rebels With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants
suckin' That's a waste of time Conversation and my fuckin' I just put my fuckin pants on And tell the idiotic freak To take her tramp ass home! Cause
the devil. Ripe for the taking, the lady likes to dance with the devil, dance with the devil- there's no mistaking the lady likes you. You'd best believe it boys
deal, fo' real, this ain't no fluke To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown Look at all these boys reppin' the same town
