Lletres:
Home Grown The Hearing Song

, are my raps too weak? Boy, you're too grown, don't say I'm borin' Just because you know I come from California Where many rappers get no respect I'm at home

Charles They were the ones who were left in charge My elementary they'd gang up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song Sing this song, sing this song

you but he's frowning too Because only God knows what you?ll go through You?ll grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song

wanna be grown I know that is your bitch but she wont leave me 'lone look, she love me from them poems and them songs, in my zone and im gone and she gone But she gone home

every step I take She was there for my first step In the first place Everybody wants out on their own Now that I'm grown I wanna be back home In a world

do not understand, they try and destroy Come on, now I hear 'em whisperin' in corners, speakin' dirty talk on us 'Bout how we too grown up, that we unknowners

they can feel up on And once they get it something they can build up on Take that skinny ***** home, work that filling till it's gone Get that home grown

All the hard times take there toll As they try to rob my soul Of the precious gift of love, you give to me There's a song in the breeze Hear it singin

his homing too? Take a look around you, the spring has sent the sound of rain upon your windowsill. So grab your coat and play a song for me. Don't