When My Niggas Come Home Lyrics - California Republic - Game

[Hook:] 

Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude 

He used to throw money like this (whew!) 

Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it 

Stand over here, you about to be a legend 

When my nigga comes home 

We gon' party til six in the mon' 

When my nigga come home 

We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone 

I tell you, when my nigga come home 

We gon' celebrate! 

Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak 

When my nigga come home 

He can have any damn thing that he want 

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[Verse 1:] 

I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of money 

He did nine years, be home before I finish this blunt 

I just bought a ounce of skunk 

Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron dunk 

We ridin' high, like southern niggas in the dump 

Errybody and they mama know UGK in the trunk 

(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac freaks 

And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they cheeks 

Then we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties 

In about a decade, these hoes about to get paid 

They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours 

Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club 

[Hook:] 

Inhale, inhale 

Blow it out, blow it out 

Inhale, inhale 

Blow it out, blow it out 

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[Verse 2:] 

When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him 

You know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom 

You know how many bitches I was mad that I took 

Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook 

And all he wanted was a super head's book 

So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?) 

And ya girl? She fine as a motherfucker 

Told you she cheated on you? She was lyin' like a motherfucker 

When you went in, we was dreamin' about the tre 

Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates 

Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats? 

Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P 

Remember when we was hard 

Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart 

Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard 

But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker out 

[Hook: ] 

Inhale, inhale 

Blow it out, blow it out 

Inhale, inhale 

Blow it out, blow it out 

[Verse 3:] 

One thing you can count on when you touch down 

You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out 

Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary 

The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially 

Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D 

Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC 

(?) 

Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips 

My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five 

And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-Crip for life 

And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz 

When you get it, you know we livin' it up 

[Hook: ] 

Inhale, inhale 

Blow it out, blow it out