[Chorus] Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome For tryin' ta hold the fort down
(feat. Papoose the Lyrical One, Jinx) [Chorus] Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest
번역: 헤이, 애슐리. 홈 스위트 퓨너럴 홈.
번역: 위대한 가족. 홈 스위트 퓨너럴 홈.
번역: 쿨 G. 랩과 DJ 폴로. 홈 스위트 퓨너럴 홈.
now, now, now what is it Funeral's, cemeteries, don't worry it's time to visit Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think I'm kidding Its home, sweet home
have been pended but never did And he slid As a youthful offender cuz he's a kid Problem is The person he shot was connected He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet
sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (White-robed small voices praise him) But found no joy in what was sung The funeral
Two at my feet, and two at my head Two carrying me at where my hands are laid Grave Sweet Grave -- welcoming me home Grave Sweet Grave -- I'll be yours
When she looks at me her eyes are cold She thinks I'm acting five years old And I will prove her wrong if it kills me, then so what At my funeral just play, "Home sweet home
now we're trying to match their mouths to the screams Match their heads to their dreams Everybody's searching out the softest seat All dolled up for the funeral
block till the sun go down, down Nigga, I really do my thing Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all? I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home Blew
never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone Connects so sweet (Sweet) And I'm dealin wit
know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone Connects so sweet (Sweet) And I'm dealin wit tha
Don't remember his name I'm decades too late (I) don't live today Now I'm back again - in hell I'm back home I'm back home in hell Bang! someone shot
will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet
nigga feel better after dumpin' his heat On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin' was sweet Now
