your own home It's time to make your house your own, pick up your phone, come on I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let
[Chorus] I'm coming home I'm coming home tell the World I'm coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and
[Refrain] I?m coming home I?m coming home Tell the World I?m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and
home It?s time to make your house your home Pick up your phone, come on [Dirty Money - Chorus] I?m coming home I?m coming home Tell the World I?m coming
翻訳: 汚れた金. 帰郷.
home It?s time to make your house your home Pick up your phone, come on [Dirty Money - Chorus] I?m coming home I?m coming home Tell the World I?m coming home
to take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries (Diddy) Run through sets Come through
southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come
in Hong Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home
It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home
come touch you I finger f-ck my firearm, we intimate, Im into it [Chorus] [Jadakiss] hit em in the head with the dummies than you good funeral homes make the most money
fit Oh, it's about to be some shit How did I get into this? Should've never came home with this bitch You low down dirty woman Go back to where you come
have a fit {Oh, it's about to be some shit} {How did I get into this} {Shoulda never came home with this bitch} You lowdown dirty woman Back to where you come
the Dungeon click Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty
to the wall Lord I recall, my little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts in the dirty
fakers Come with the drama, nothin' can break us Everytime that I turn around Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama
