Home Sweet Home Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap

Brothers on the corner sellin' junk 

got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk 

You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks 

Police only harass you when they want to get a chunk 

They got so many corners and they got so many spots 

And I can't even bump up the block 

without the "Yo man what you got?" 

I'm walkin' past somebody lookin' strange 

He's lookin' for a hit for veins 

or he'll blow out somebody's brains 

Even the shorties livin' naughty lives 

Walkin' around, even drive around, with big forty-fives 

I just found out the candy store's a front 

They walk in the candy store 

Man G, candy's far from what they want 

You might see a pickle or a popsicle 

But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels 

Honey used to look like a winner 

Now she can't even get took to dinner 

cause so many dealers ran up in her 

Somebody's blood is on the tar 

Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar 

Loudmouth tryin' to show her ass, but somebody 

broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass 

Money got robbed for his bank 

They broke in his house and took everything 

except the kitchen sink 

Little man murdered on the scene 

He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 

Granny's damn near pushin' 80 

A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady 

Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone 

Yeah, this is my home sweet home 

Three card molly, another man to fool 

Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals 

I'm gettin' frisked by the cops 

They only tryin' to get props, for blowin' off a black man's top 

Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me 

but yo I heard she's givin' VD 

Just when you think the skies are gettin' blue 

Bang bang -- another brother's split in two 

Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger 

Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her 

She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party 

Now off to the morgue, to go identify her body 

Sonny boy is goin' on the strip 

Robbin niggas cracks, with a mac, without a clip 

Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped 

and shorty got ragged, another body bag is zipped 

A baby is born and needs lovin' 

but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven 

Cops killin' our kids, but they bill us 

So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers 

Everyday's another risk 

I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss 

No heat, just pots of hot water 

I'm walkin' eight flights up, the elevator's out of order 

Man that landlord is the lowest 

Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice 

I felt like breakin' all his bones, psh 

I'm gettin' kicked out of my home sweet home