Kurupt

Kurupt - Welcome Home lyrics

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Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise

We cap to ride, cap to homicide

It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter

In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul

It's dat nigga daz (kurupt we don't give a fuck

Like nigga whattup?) dat nigga daz and kurupt

It's fatal fire blaze, sherm with a perm

Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn

I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day

Sunny cali-for-ni-a, the g way display

How to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders

And scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light

Pull up then drive to the right

It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right







Welcome home... into l.a.

Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play

It's been too long... just to seen you come around

Now we can have a good time...

Just watch your back, when you're comin through this town



(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)





Zone on roam and romeo's rome

Nigga home sweet home, chromes, battlezones

World wars -- boys and girls, girls and whores

Eighty-seven chevy with switches galore

Impala bounce, at the ice cream parlor blaze an ounce

To ounce, dice game break and it counts

Kick in nigga before we gotta kick in nigga shoot

And whip out the shank and start stickin niggaz

Get jacked for prior burnings, we jack for higher learning

No concerning, is life worth living or learning

We jack for other turnings, we keep the burners burning

Witn no concerning, is life worth living or earning

First i park nigga, then spark nigga

Go from martin luther king to leimert park nigga

We g nigga, we don't give a fuck, daz and kurupt

Here, tell your kids - kids, grow the fuck up









Dippin and hittin switches i'ma hop, don't do shit but hop

Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, nigga hop

Stop, pull out your pistol then pop

Hit em two times til he drop when i hop

Up and down the street bounce rock

Ragtop is history in california, the bounce rock hop

Roller skate nigga watch a gangster take niggaz

Take off, break niggaz down, break niggaz trample and shake niggaz

Over turf, earthquake niggaz

Move to the side, we ride, you ever see a g glide

Slide, motivate the crowd, a thirty-eight macleod

Forever boom sound with one single round















(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
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