BROKEN HOME (feat. T-Ryde) - Joka C.

Keep it shakin', Cali, keep it quakin' 'Cause the Ryders got me bringin' home the bacon Show me love an' it wasn't no mistakin' That I would dedicate this melody, fuck the hatin' I had to tell my girl to pack her shit 'Cause she slipped an' dipped inside I need a girl that's ready 2 ryde To keep the heater right by her side Aiyyo, so what the deal, Dogg? tell me, keep it real, Dogg Niggaz seem stressed to the brain, how you feel, dogg? Nigga, I'ma ride, set it up, let it spill, Dogg Anythin' you want, I can flip, got the skill, Dogg Baby girl, you so sophisticated Finance related, you graduated To the next level in the game, wearin' my name Bad little brick house, go an' do that thang Yo, niggaz surprised when they open they eyes Thick in the thighs, wasn't part of they plan Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man Act shifty, your resistance gone swiftly Bitches mad at a nigga, askin' why he kicked me Stop whinin', just to cry an' get the mackin', daddy I don't like it when the angry chick is actin' crabby That's why he bagged me, ghetto jewel, never loud an' trashy No stressin' over chicks, problem? Bet I solve it fastly I had to tell my girl to pack her shit 'Cause she slipped an' dipped inside I need a girl that's ready 2 ryde To keep the heater right by her side I had to tell my girl to pack her shit 'Cause she slipped an' dipped inside I need a girl that's ready 2 ryde To keep the heater right by her side We gangbang on these niggaz like we 'posed to do An' I'll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you We posted, boo, you my one an' only Quick to dump before the homies Remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club? You filled him up with slugs, that's what I call love All that pushin' an' shovin', kissin' an' huggin' Thuggin', dig it, dug in I'm lovin' every minute of it, boo The way you stay true an' always kept your cool You kept the heater right by your thigh An' when the shit got hectic, you was ready 2 ryde You didn't run out when I pulled the gun out That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, no doubt Ruff Rydin', Eastsidin', to the realest y'know D O double Gizze, you know how we get busy Aiyyo, how could I leave a real nigga? A real nigga's all I need Fake bitches try to take my place, fall to they knees Don't violate, see my man, he don't like no scrapes An' if I heard you was frontin', I hope on the case Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby Test me fool an' by the end you gon' think I'm crazy That's how I do for my Dogg, keep my nigga strong Both sides relied on the shit, nigga, sing the song I had to tell my girl to pack her shit 'Cause she slipped an' dipped inside I need a girl that's ready 2 ryde To keep the heater right by her side I had to tell my girl to pack her shit 'Cause she slipped an' dipped inside I need a girl that's ready 2 ryde To keep the heater right by her side Yeah, E V E, D O double Gizze, y'know Ruff Rydin', Eastsidin' for life, yeah An' you thought it'd never happen Fuck the haters, bow wow Beotch, it's official now, yeah We gon' Ruff Ryde up on out of here on this one Eastside up, Eastsidaz Goldie Loc in the house, Lil' Half Dead DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, misbehave Give it to 'em Dogg What up DMX? Master P? Dr. Dre My nephew Scott on the beat, Illy Philly Delphia Yeah, baby, it's another one, funky as they come Evey Eve an' Doggy Dogg, bitch, please

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion Flashin', talker, no action Read emcees like TVs with captions Charts we smash on, guns we blast them Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter Four words for y'all, F type no passenger Flow nastier, man, you know what I mean And I keep them diamonds shinin' blue, yellow and green So the wrist look like a twister mat Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap Oops, clipped ya face just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this just a rap Well, mister, address the gat, we'll address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy You don't want no drummer boy I hate cops and I like you even less I turn your whole block to a bleedin' mess Niggas talk hard and get an easy death 'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm [Incomprehensible] And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger All talk, no show, Jerry Springer I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga I'ma have ya face lookin' like a blurry mirror We shake your features, y'all make believers And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure I ball off the scale, break the meter And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough Got kicked outta pre-school, played too rough I straight grew up, I'm still a bully Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Gonna make your face melt like pizza cheese You need to leave 'cuz you don't stand a chance, man I get greasy like mechanic hands And y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van Lookin' like a handy man with tools on the waist Put you in the ambulance with two's in your face You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot And I can tell by how you talkin' you ain't never been shot Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, it's war You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon' die, trunk or the floor 'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all I was just walkin' my dog and discovered the ball A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin' for y'all You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy You don't want no drummer boy

Broken home All alone Broken home All alone I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing I'm stuck in between my parents I wish I had someone to talk to Someone I could confide in I just want to know the truth I just want to know the truth Want to know the truth Broken home All alone I know my mother loves me But does my father even care If I'm sad or angry You were never ever there When I needed you I hope you regret what you did I think I know the truth Your father did the same to you Did the same to you I'm crying day and night now What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link Crying day and night now What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link Push it back inside Push it back inside A weak link Push it back inside Push it back inside Broken home All alone It feels bad to be alone Crying by yourself, living in a broken home How could I tell it So all y'all could feel it Depression strikes hard Just like my old earth would tell it To me, her son She told me I'm the one Pain bottled up, about to blow like a gun Stories that I tell are nonfiction And you can't take it back 'cause it's already done Broken home Broken home Can't seem to fight these feelings Caught in the middle of this My wounds are not healing Stuck in between my parents Broken home Broken home

Born into Fadin' away Consider that Consider that Consider that, baby Any move that you make It ends the same, baby Shame road (Shame road) Feeling my time (My time) Shame road (Shame road) Feeling my time (My time) Shame road