Go Home chords and lyrics - YUKMOUTH

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Hey my nigga, I'ma shoot my line,
with my bottle in it,
nigga just pour the pruno in my bottle
and shoot my line back my nigga,
you know, I got a suit for you my nigga
I wanna go home, ridin' on chrome,
smokin' on the zone,
bad bitch on the phone,
telecom through,
hit me off with some dough,
call the homeboys and slap a couple bones
I wanna go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on the zone,
big money on the phone
I can eat when I want,
hit the streets when I want
I bet them Lebanese miss
me when I'm gone
But a nigga goin' home,
takin' a bird bath in toilet water
What can you say,
it's my little mans and my daughter
Some of these niggas is in
here for manslaughter
Every night we makin' spreads
with the tap water
Chick shit, the average nigga be petrified
But I got my program down, read and exercise
I used to fuck bad bitches at Pepperdine
Now I'm on Celebrity Row,
hoping for less of time
The gang was here, OJ was on his roll
Caffeine came and they sent my
nigga straight to the hole
Them deputies be fucking
with niggas as usual
That's why me,
James and Steve sipping on
Bruno Morris Phillips did three
years on this deal
They gave him ten with a half,
he probably getting out this year
You find out who your real friends
when you get him
No commissary,
the niggas just disappear
I wanna go home, ride no chrome,
smoking on his own
Bad bitch on the phone, teleco through,
hit me off with some dough
Call the old boys and slap a couple bones
I wanna go home, ride no chrome,
smoking on his own
Big money on the phone,
I can eat what I want,
hit streets when I want
I bet the liberties miss me when I'm gone,
but a nigga goin' home 1750,
high powered the F -Row
A lot of niggas up here
stranded on death row
Like that man that had the
train crash with Metro
They just gave him life without,
he right next door
Niggas livin' on bread, milk,
and lunch meat
I'd rather make a spread
with the noodles and cheese crunchies
I ain't smoked in weeks
and got the munchies
My number one rule,
don't let these motherfuckers poke me
It's a war goin' on,
S .A .A .S. against the blacks
Better have your asses shanked,
better be ready to scrap
Better be ready to take it
to the showers in the back
Any n***a talkin' smack,
get stumped like doormats
And be cool with them deputies,
respect they gangsta cadets
Slide one of these inmates
a blade to straight shank ya
Catch you while you out on the phone,
or in the shower alone
He got shanked eight times
in the door
I wouldn't go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on his own,
bad bitch on the phone
Telecode through,
hit me up with some dough
Call the old boys and slap a couple bows
I wanna go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on the zone,
big money on the phone
I can eat what I want,
hit the streets when I want
I bet them deputies miss
me when I'm gone
But a nigga goin' home
Ninety days on a tier in L .A. County
Feels like nine years in L .A. County
Every second is a minute,
every minute is an hour high power,
we use the phones up in the shower
And GP, they bangin' on
motherfuckers hard
Another Mexican stabbed,
another brother scarred
Another motherfucker
screamin' for discharge
Call that boy Chris Brown,
cause they stumped him in the yard
It's hard, [F#m]so Lor[Em]d have mercy
I pray that the DA and judge
don't try to work me
I pray that these crooked -ass deputies
don't hurt me
That's why it's no waste,
all we can do is burpees
Nigga, I swole on, haters get rolled on
Now roll your shit up, nigga, or get stole on
Or get gassed in your face
with a cup of piss
And a cup of shit, you fuckin' snitch
I go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on his own,
bad bitch on the phone
Telecom throne,
hit me off with some dough
Call the homeboys and slap a couple moles
I wanna go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on his own,
big money on the phone
I can eat when I want,
hit the streets when I want
I bet them liberties miss
me when I'm gone
But a nigga goin' home,
ride no chrome
Smokin' on his own,
bad bitch on the phone
Telecom through,
hit me off with some dough
Call the old boys and slap a couple bones
I wanna go home, ride no chrome
Smokin' on his own,
big money on the phone
I can eat when I want,
hit the streets when I want
I bet them deputies miss
me when [Em]I'm gone
What a nigga goin' home
This for all my niggas out
there doin' time
Brothers in the mother[Em]fuckin' county
The pen of the feds
Keep your head up, my nigga,
you gon' come [Em]home soon
They can't lock you up forever, you dig
[Em]I wanna say free Lil' D
Free [Em]my nigga Gnome Skull
An[Em]d definitely free my
nigga Mack Minister
My niggas wanna come home