When My Niggas Come Home

[Intro: Pharrell]

Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude

And used to throw money like this - WHOOOO!

Honey what you lookin at? Ain't no need to guessin

Starin over here you about to be a legend

[Chorus: Pharrell]

And when my nigga come home

We gon' party 'til 6 in the morn

I tell you when my nigga come home

We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone

I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon' celebrate

Have lobster (and) shrimp (and) pasta, steak

When my nigga come home

He can have any damn thing that he want

[The Game]

I got a nigga locked up, for about another month

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

(What else?) I just bought an ounce of skunk

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

(Yeah) We (Ridin' High) like Southern niggaz in the dump

And e'rybody and they momma know U.G.K. in the trunk

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

And the shit that we smokin can melt the Mac on they cheeks

Well we headed to that Magic City, he ain't see no ass and titties

in about a decade, these hoes 'bout to get paid

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

Two-time felon takin a shower in the motherfuckin strip club

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 2X]

Inhale, inhale

and blow it out, blow it out

[The Game]

When my nigga come home, that's on E'RYTHANG, I got him!!

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

Know how many pictures I was mad that I took

cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had my shook

And all you wanted was Superhead's book

So I sent because I meant it now the clothes is the crooks

And your 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 'bout that trey

Now it's a four door flyin spur with "Killafornia" plates

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

Now I'm fuckin with some N*E*R*Ds; Chad and Skateboard P

But remember when we was hard?

Sayin to each other nothin rippin us apart

Now a nigga ballin and you sittin on the yard

But you comin home to that Ferrari in the car

Max that motherfucker!

[Chorus + Interlude]

[Snoop Dogg]

One thing you can count on when you touch down

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

Comin home eventually, you in the penitentiary

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

Big BC cuz, J-Dawg and Tray Deee

Young Joda, Scotty Boi and Y.C.

Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips

Blue put me on the set; nigga, it's 20 Crip

My cousin Flip been locked up for 25

And Dre-Lo, he's a real 20 Crip for life

Now if I mention yo' name, you know the business cuz

When you get it - you know we livin it up!

[Chorus + Interlude]