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Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
You know this, the place to be if you blow piff
Medical card, see the doctor on some Kool Moe shit
Split the blunt after you fold it, you gon' trip
But happy on some pimp shit, new clothes, kicks
Little mommy strokin' the mink like, "You so crisp"
If you notice, these fools know tricks to scoop your bitch
So keep your game tight, don't lose your grip
Like Jeremy Stephens, it's not the place to be if you're barely eatin'
Wintertime is the therapy season
They say the overcast depresses the sun's growth
But them ain't rain clouds, my nigga, that's blunt smoke
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Let's take 'em back to the scene, yo, show 'em what I mean though
Shark Bar, Art Bar, Oscar's, Dino's
Streets vicious, we same D, better weed though
Dark days, vice nights, Fosca's, King Cole
News travels, word of mouth, I know you heard about
Dude in turn state, he been talkin' to colored couch
'Bout J-U-O-S-L-P, M-O-A Valley hood issue, D'usse
Southside, Westside, dilapidated, gentrified
Forty ounce for breakfast, macchiato when I'm high
Promise to make her mine, she let me get it rain, sleet or shine
Yeah, that's Seattle state of mind
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Rise and shine, bitches, check how Seattle do
The flow sick shit, call it Seattle Flu
Out of town actin' wild, my Seattle crew
Run this Jake track just like Seattle Slew
And the green that we blow from Seattle too
That was grown in a lab at Seattle U
At Westfield, 12th Man, my Seattle dude
Nate Burleson wearin' that Seattle blue
Bosworth made all the Seattle food
The Sonics let Kim go, Seattle's through
I read Seattle Times, I watch Seattle news
I hope Seattle win, I watch Seattle lose
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Man, it's about that time to
Pop that cork and pour out that shine, ooh
Pull out, hard grind, gettin' better like wine
Make the dimes then wi-i-ines
Yeah, it's that's me, white and free bangin' J-Soup LP
(In the hood, boy) Like the young niggas bang LP
(On) Union, Jackson, Yesler, two-three
Boy, I stay ooh-wee
You do you and let me do me (Do me)
And I bet I'll crack these
Half-ass niggas ain't wet on the track
(What up, Marla?) These pussy niggas not ballers
You fuckin' with the town rap scholars, bitch, holla
We just very low-key
Don't think that a nigga don't bury blow heat
And ain't nary nothin' sweet
Solo though is my idol, man, Cherry is the street
The streets buried my peeps
Credit Dre, Darryl, Dubee, and Baby T
I bought Coors and Mr. Lowe's for my moms
In the doghouse hallways, it made my flows bomb
From the C-Dida, we is all just alike
Panthers and gangstas, raised us up right
When the chips crash, stand your ass up and fight
Some chose to chop blow, me, I gun mics
Check it, and I will gun you down
C-Dylan, killin' how we run through sounds
(Up the middle, boy) The whole world renown
First we built it, then we killed it, then we tilted that crown
To the left 'cause I'm fresh off the right
'Cause we tight to the back, what's the haps? (Shit, nothin')
Headed up to Granny's with these L's and the facts
Some say I pushed it forward, some say he brought it back
I put the ill up in real, you a fake when I'm chill
When I build with the Jake One
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Damn, it feels good to talk about home
Peace out, homie