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Home Grown Your Past

'm biting my tongue with my foot in mouth I'm kicking myself, kicking myself in the ass I know I shouldn't judge you by your past Jealousy hit me I screamed

'm biting my tongue with my foot in mouth I'm kicking myself, kicking myself in the ass I know I shouldn't judge you by your past Jealousy hit me I screamed

always stop by Willies house and say "Do you'll need anything from town?" He'd say, "No, but why don't you'll Stop on your way back home And I'll get

'm gone Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome Bump me up worst when I went to the group home I said, gangstas ride, ride with me Gentlemen live your

away from home And oh my God, I can't believe it I've never been this far away from home Great rulers make for greater glory The only thing growing is

that ride, that'll jerk your dick The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything Sometimes the thieves never hang They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors Strippin' cats about yours

Parasucos, alright Passadity is a city, with one or two throws I'm droppin' 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know And I love it when you make your knees touch your

Man, these bitches is awfully nasty And these bitches keep walking past me Either way, I'm a pimp for today Put your bootie in the way and shake that

, I coulda macked your mother But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin' But old Short Dawg'll your