Текст песни Go Home - Raekwon
                                                [Intro: 
                                                Raekwon]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                Uh 
                                                huh, 
                                                Go
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Raekwon:]
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                rep 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                style, 
                                                I′m 
                                                higher 
                                                then 
                                                whatever 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                two 
                                                thousand
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                like 
                                                Isaac 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                teenage 
                                                days, 
                                                Gettin 
                                                thousands 
                                                yep
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flip 
                                                em 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                M, 
                                                Suede 
                                                tims 
                                                on, 
                                                Blue 
                                                housin 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                know 
                                                my 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                proud 
                                                kins, 
                                                We 
                                                vanish
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sippin 
                                                Kahluas, 
                                                We 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                block 
                                                frozen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whatever, 
                                                Niggas 
                                                wanna 
                                                do 
                                                us 
                                                then 
                                                do 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                like 
                                                Roberta 
                                                Flack 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                gap 
                                                band
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                curtis 
                                                who 
                                                urges 
                                                to 
                                                stack 
                                                grands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scareface 
                                                flicks, 
                                                We 
                                                eat 
                                                are 
                                                grits 
                                                with 
                                                eggs 
                                                in 
                                                em
 
                                    
                                
                                                None 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                roach 
                                                legs 
                                                in 
                                                em
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watchin 
                                                Soul 
                                                Train, 
                                                Everybody 
                                                dipped 
                                                in 
                                                denim
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                beads 
                                                on 
                                                they 
                                                neck 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                braids, 
                                                Just 
                                                like 
                                                Stevie 
                                                cover
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                gotta 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                brother 
                                                brushin 
                                                my 
                                                waves
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                march, 
                                                    A 
                                                few 
                                                good 
                                                men, 
                                                They 
                                                carry 
                                                cartridges
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                smoke 
                                                [? 
                                                ], 
                                                Now 
                                                we 
                                                all 
                                                gettin 
                                                trimed
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                play 
                                                the 
                                                deuce 
                                                loose, 
                                                Ol′ 
                                                gold 
                                                juice
 
                                    
                                
                                                BVDs 
                                                on, 
                                                Adidas 
                                                no 
                                                laces, 
                                                Drankin 
                                                pineapple 
                                                fruits
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                uh...
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                people 
                                                get 
                                                shot 
                                                down 
                                                for 
                                                not 
                                                mindin 
                                                theirs
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                many 
                                                young 
                                                adolescence 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                careers
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                got 
                                                ten-eleven 
                                                year 
                                                olds 
                                                drinkin 
                                                beers
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                go 
                                                home 
                                                nigga 
                                                hit 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                fridge 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                what
 
                                    
                                
                            1 ABC
2 Maxine
3 The Young Black
4 Die Hard (Skit)
5 Dirt Dog (Skit)
6 Skit 1
7 White Castle (Skit)
8 Skit 2
9 Weed, Pt. 2
10 It's What It Is
11 I Recall
12 Gotta Have It
13 Clientele Kidd (Remix)
14 Intro
15 Musketeers of Pig Alley
16 Make You Pay
17 Whores
18 Brazil
19 Cocaine World
20 Musketeers of Pig Alley (Remix)
21 Asshole
22 Go Home
23 Where You At
24 Da Destroyer
25 House of Wax
26 Enemy (Remix)
27 Get Me
28 King Of Kings (Remix)
29 King of Kings
30 Pulled Over
31 Russian Cut
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