paroles de chanson Come Home with Me - Cam’ron , Jim Jones , Juelz Santana
Ah
yo,
come
on
home
with
us
man
Harlem
World
USA
man
Take
a
walk
with
us
on
our
block
man
See
how
we
live
Dip-sect
Yo,
yo,
come
on
home
with
me,
early
90's
I
wasn't
pearly
and
shinning,
I
was
certainly
grimy
'Cause
I
ain't
have
no
fresh
clothes
Or
jewerly
with
the
X
O's
My
house
had
asbestos,
though
I'm
fixing
up
a
60
pack
Where
the
kitty
cat,
mice
runnin'
around
the
damn
sticky
trap
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
my
mother
found
my
crack
platter
Threw
it
away
so
I
snap
at
her,
back
slapped
her
She
picked
up
the
bat
like
Maguire
For
that
matter
hit
me,
I
was
back
at
her
Come
home
where
I
ducked
the
DT
Lying
around
the
corner,
but
I'm
getting
the
free
cheese
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
I
stand
on
my
post
Playing
my
toast,
dinner
there
was
mayonaise
and
toast
And
pepper,
many
nights
I
done
slept
with
a
hefa
Any
beef
came
it
left
on
a
stretcher,
Killa
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
they
rapidly
flossing
Where
I
beg
Kim
to
have
the
abortion
Money
brang
back
extortion,
caution
There
ain't
no
track
in
the
office
Relax
in
the
coffin,
and
the
bitch
know
I'm
serious
'Cause
I'm
never
scared
ma,
unless
you
miss
your
period
So
come
home
with
me,
where
the
girls
wanna
come
home
with
me
And
say
Cam
"If
you
leave,
don't
hit
me",
love
to
see
the
chrome
whippy
The
car
a
quarter
mill,
on
the
wheels
I
done
blown
50
Dice
game
blown
50,
Jones
loan
60
Head
cracks
thrown
swiftly,
took
it
home
with
me
So
come
home
with
me,
where
a
nigga
make
Starbucks
I'm
about
to
cop
a
Starbucks,
I
reversed
on
my
hard
luck
Now
I'm
at
the
dealer
buying
car
trucks
Aww
shucks
Come
home
with
me,
to
the
streets,
the
slums,
the
ghetto
That's
home
to
me,
everynight
my
girl
crying
to
come
home
with
me
No,
come
home
with
me
where
there
so
many
cops
The
block
is
boiling
and
the
food
is
spoiled
but
that
pot
With
the
rock
is
boiling,
same
pot
mommy
cook
with,
left
the
oil
in
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
these
bitches
is
frauds
Niggas
don't
listen
to
broads
They
having
you
sitting
in
court
for
kids
that
ain't
yours
Come
home
with
me,
where
everyday
the
glocks
go
pop
Where
the
front
doors
broke
and
them
locks
don't
lock
Come
home
with
me,
dog
where
the
beef
is
seeking
Kids
don't
trick
or
treat,
they
get
tricked
for
treating
Come
home
with
me,
where
the
pistol
squeezing
Niggas
twist
they
cheekin',
ripped
to
pieces
Our
kids
get
even,
come
home
with
me
Don't
leave
your
condoms
behind
'Cause
them
bitches
leave
there
martians
behind
Pray
to
God
that
I'm
fine,
come
on
home
with
me
Come
on
zone
with
me,
come
on
walk
through
this
cold
city
Where
these
kids
need
food
Niggas
need
guidance
and
bitches
need
roofs
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
niggas
living
off
they
last
bucks
Phone
is
off,
rent
is
backed
up
Come
on
home
with
me,
niggas
strap
up
Hit
the
street
gats
up,
clack
up
and
get
they
money
back
up
Come
on
home
with
me,
every
block
got
a
crack
in
it
Every
hallway
got
a
nigga
with
some
crack
in
it
Don't
get
trapped
in
it
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
my
parents
Would
leave
me
alone,
so
early
I
was
free
to
just
roam
7 keys
to
the
home,
11
trees
to
the
dome
13
I
ran
the
streets
with
the
chrome
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
the
buses
don't
run
And
my
dogs
stay
busting
there
guns
Think
that
getting
caught
by
Justice
is
fun?
Keep
a
blade
up
the
in
the
gum,
this
is
Harlem
World
Where
the
fuck
is
you
from?
Come
on
home
with
me
every
few
minutes,
was
a
knock
on
the
door
Fiends
coming
copping
the
raw,
clothes
kicks
socks
on
the
floor
Mommy
like
be
quiet
'cause
I
really
think
them
cops
at
the
door
Is
the
locks
on
the
door?
Come
on
home
with
me,
where
grandmothers
is
30
One
gram
on
that
butter
is
30
4 grand
is
my
cut
from
the
birdy,
school
cutting
it
early
Don't
stutter
mothafuckers
you
heard
me,
uh
Come
on
home
with
me
these
are
the
facts,
Steve
Francis
and
Latifah
Got
jacked,
Mike
Tyson
punch
Mitch
Green
in
the
face
Sarge
snatched
by
the
feds,
we
was
the
case
No
shit
he
still
pleading
his
case,
come
home
with
me
Hoes
say
thats
Jones
with
you,
but
I
wouldn't
take
him
home
with
you
Come
home
with
me,
get
stoned
with
me,
be
zoned
with
me
The
chrome
you
see,
the
Jones
you
see,
dip-sect,
come
home
with
me
Dip-sect
nigga,
Jim
Jones,
[Incomprehensible],
Killa
Freaky
Zekey,
Juelz
Santana
Blak
A
Don
Dipomatic
We
comin'
for
ya
2 double
1
For
life
hold
that
down
and
what
Harlem,
Harlem,
Harlem
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