My Town My Home

Yeah, hit me with the snare scratch. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just the snare scratch. Ch-ch-ch. I like the snare scratch. Ch-ch-ch. Yeah, I'ma ride the snares all the way through This thing right here, man. Young Section Weezy, Baby. Taz, once again. What up? Yeah. This is what they call me, bitch. Eagle, eagle, call the man. In a '96 Regal, contraband. On my way to the East to the laundromat. Gotta wash that money and get on my ass. Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast. I gotta do something, I done blown my last. Holla, holla at your boy on the Ave. And that Jeep Rico is what I'm known to Have. Shit tend to be slow, I put on A mask. And make it Halloween and take all Your bags. I say Holly, Hollygrove, won't you come And stay? Up and make these motherfuckers Understand. I say look coach, you pitching at me Underhand. But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast. Y'all men designing women, I'm a woman's man. I'm the Cash Money Prince, blow the trumpet's band, And. They say they want the drugs to stop. But I'm a major setback when my album drop. I got that wet crack flow out your mammy's Pot. I got that jet black four at your Mammy's spot. I'm tryna get back door, I demand it now. Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down. 'Fore the neighbors hear me over here tearing it Down. Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown. The Prince. This is my town, my home. This is my crown, my throne. The This is me on my own. Let's get on. This is my town, my home. This is my crown, my throne. The Prince. This is me on my own. Let's get it on. And a handgun is so included. Don't get it confused, I want no confusion. And keep your hoe, I don't want your contusions. I make my hoes stop and let the dough Keep moving. A bitch over some money is a Hungry nuisance. It's money over bitches that I'm Gon' keep proving. Yes, it's Weezy F., I got your mama grooving. Out of all the hot boys, she say I'm The coolest. I bought my bag of oranges, It's time to juice it. This game is a bitch, and I'm tryna seduce It. I lost an awful lot of haters tryna Reduce it. But the laser on the.45 is Lying, you stupid. Oh, one shot to remind you who is. That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger. With some, I'm all chronic combined with liquor. But nigga, I never see me like Mama Ticker. Oh, a '80s baby, a fighting nigga. I got it on my mind like a psychic Nigga. I'm something you call pepper like a Viking Slick. See me over the Viking stove, I'm whitening Bricks. Or in the middle of the shootout, Untightening clips. Pop another one, shoot back While lighting a spliff. I do this, you catching My drift? Representing with my section on my belly And shit. I am the Prince. This is my town, my home. This is my crown, my throne. The This is me on my own. Let's get it on. This is my town, my home. This is my crown, my throne. The Prince. This is me on my own. Let's get it on. So roll the carpet out. 'Cause you fucking with a nigga from the rawest South. See, you're either in or you're out. And if you're out, stay in 'cause them warriors Out. It's them vultures, them cops, and the lawyers Out. I just open up the gate and let My hoyas out. Nah, nigga, I never call your House. I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out. Not answering my phone, man, ignoring your spouse. She leaving messages about me and Joe in her Mouth. hey, I'm ready to knock a boy in The mouth. Give me the name, nah, better yet, Point him out. Hey, me and the streets got A joint account. I'm from the streets that you Need to be warned about. New Orleans where they put the gat in your Mouth. And we tote a lot of iron to Flatten you out. Few roaches, but never had no Rats in this house. Never telling one another, "Leave that in the house." Always been a smart hustler, move my packaging out. I ever run into some trouble, send them savages Out. These niggas talking sweet, I get them cavities Out. I got graveyard flyers, man, I'm passing them Out. Hey, bitch nigga, get your ass on the Ground. And bow down to your majesty now. I am the Prince. This is my town, my home. Yeah. This is my crown, my throne. The This is me on my own. The Prince. Let's get it on. The This is my town, my home. The Prince. This is my crown, my throne. Weezy. This is me on my own. By myself, so niggas, guess what? Let's get it on.