Letra When my niggas come home The Game

When my niggas come home

[Hook:]

Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude

He used to throw money like this (whew!)

Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it

Stand over here, you about to be a legend

When my nigga comes home

We gon' party til six in the mon'

When my nigga come home

We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone

I tell you, when my nigga come home

We gon' celebrate!

Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak

When my nigga come home

He can have any damn thing that he want

[Verse 1:]

I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of money

He did nine years, be home before I finish this blunt

I just bought a ounce of skunk

Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron dunk

We ridin' high, like southern niggas in the dump

Errybody and they mama know UGK in the trunk

(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac freaks

And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they cheeks

Then we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties

In about a decade, these hoes about to get paid

They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours

Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club

[Hook:]

Inhale, inhale

Blow it out, blow it out

Inhale, inhale

Blow it out, blow it out

[Verse 2:]

When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him

You know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom

You know how many bitches I was mad that I took

Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook

And all he wanted was a super head's book

So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)

And ya girl? She fine as a motherfucker

Told you she cheated on you? She was lyin' like a motherfucker

When you went in, we was dreamin' about the tre

Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates

Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats?

Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P

Remember when we was hard

Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart

Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard

But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker out

[Hook: ]

Inhale, inhale

Blow it out, blow it out

Inhale, inhale

Blow it out, blow it out

[Verse 3:]

One thing you can count on when you touch down

You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out

Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary

The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially

Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D

Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC

(?)

Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips

My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five

And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-
Crip for life

And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz

When you get it, you know we livin' it up

[Hook: ]

Inhale, inhale

Blow it out, blow it out