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Home Sweet Homies pt. 2
- //Check my profile for Part 1. This is the long awaited finish. The Pussy Crew has dropped the next party hit.
- //RoslanSkeet
- Original and Skeet, reunited at last,
- The wait is over baby, we gone bring it right to your ass.
- When the two of us are on a track, we start inducing heart attacks.
- We’re tighter than a body bag, and hotter than a naughty mag.
- We’re fluent in the art of rap, you know you want our autograph.
- Our flow is floating off the map, while ya’ll can’t stop from falling back.
- We ain’t choose the Pussy Crew, it chose us.
- That means your bitch came with you, but coming home with us.
- We don’t run outta stuff to write about, we just run outta ink,
- You pussies know we spit it raw; you bitches spit it pink.
- Man what we really think is you ain’t ready for a year of this,
- My theory is your brain’s about to go straight delirious.
- You need to take this serious, Original and Skeet are here to make you experience what hip hop really is.
- //Hook: Original and RoslanSkeet
- It’s the Home Sweet Homies back at it again,
- You know we still smoking weed, still slapping your bitch.
- We’re The Dynamic duo, spitting bars for days,
- You’re getting slapped with our lyrics straight across your face.
- //Original
- Grilling shit outta the fridge, I don’t know how old,
- I’m feeling bold enough to steal all these hoes,
- Bitches flocking in, it’s the life we chose.
- With a dick like this, homie, who needs clothes?
- Back from three month’s probation, reputation to match.
- Heard we sold more records than we sold you crack.
- Got my momma on the phone saying, “Don’t do that,”
- Original and RoslanSkeet, bitch we back.
- Take me to a hospital cause my flow too sick.
- Had the nurses getting worried bout my nine inch dick.
- Ten bullet wounds didn’t seem to matter to them,
- Not when RoslanSkeet was popping Vicodin.
- If I can’t do it, it can’t be done.
- I can do anything with a blunt, homie hand me one.
- I can do anything with a beat, Skeet scratch me one.
- I can even sing along to this piano run.
- //Hook
- It’s the Home Sweet Homies back at it again,
- You know we still smoking weed, still slapping your bitch.
- We’re The Dynamic duo, spitting bars for days,
- You’re getting slapped with our lyrics straight across your face.
- //RoslanSkeet
- Back for the year, that much is clear,
- We gonna stick it to your bitch while we laughing in your ear.
- Our flow’s so dope you want it rolled to smoke,
- But you would choke, bitch, you know you can’t hold your own.
- We’re a level of chill you’ve never dealt with before,
- We brought our skill into the game, yours got left at the door.
- We’re mopping up the floor while we going back and forth,
- Original’ll show you little faggots, that’s for sure.
- //Original
- They scream for more, I make bitches wail,
- I named my dick Dre cause it’s too big to fail.
- I’m dropping hundreds at the strip club yelling what can this get me?
- With all the money on a floor now, she could buy a new Bentley.
- We couldn’t P.I.M.P. more, if we were Fifty.
- We repped the fur coats before Macklemore got thrifty.
- I know your bitch missed me, she says it a lot,
- But her voice was too muffled cause I’m still on top, now Skeet drop.
- //Skeet
- We're the type of team that can’t be stopped,
- When we walked in the room your girlfriend’s panties dropped,
- That’s how you know the pussy crew has been doing its job,
- We gotta life vest for pussy cause we drowning a lot.
- When shit gets outta hand you can count on us,
- But not to come to help, just to fuck shit up.
- This time we’re here to tear apart all of your bars,
- Your beat came off of YouTube, bitch we made ours.
- //Original
- All the bitches in the club say, “Hell yeah,”
- All my homies in the club say, “Hell yeah.”
- If you’re champagne sipping or you’re cocaine sniffing,
- If you’re Home Sweet Homie, say, “Hell yeah.”
- //Skeet
- If you’re a pussy crew groupie say, “Hell yeah,”
- If you’re cool with doing three ways, say, “Hell yeah.”
- If you’re down with getting freaky, and you know you’re pretty easy,
- If you’re my kinda lady, say, “Hell yeah."
- //Hook
- It’s the Home Sweet Homies back at it again,
- You know we still smoking weed, still slapping your bitch.
- We’re The Dynamic duo, spitting bars for days,
- You’re getting slapped with our lyrics straight across your face.
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