Baby Come Home - Dice Raw

I had a girl from New York, moved to the bottom

She tired of living in the South

Said she wanna come back to the East, back to the streets

That’s what she dreaming about

When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong

Always knew she’d run back to my arms

So I ain’t gon' make it hard for her, I made a song for her

It’s called 'Baby Come Home', 'Baby Come Home'

My nigga Com' Used to Love Her, Cube said he couldn’t fuck her

Truth is we all loved her

So if you get close to that chick then wear a rubber

Cause she still got lil' homies going out like suckers

These are my metaphors now for how the game is

That’s fucked up, but time for some new changes

And I ain’t necessarily tryna say to how it used to be

Cause there was bullshit around then truthfully

Now Hip Hop is a race to see who can be

The realest goon, A.K.A.

the biggest coon

Hip Hop, I’m still in love with ya boo

I just feel like I found out you fucked the whole crew

Cause hey girl, I know the drama that you’ve been through

And all the crazy places you’ve been to

And all the wild niggas that pimped you

Yeah I know I’ve got a little pimp inside me too

But just cause I’m from the underground

What, I ain’t supposed to have dreams too and drive a Benze too?

I know that’s just some materialistic shit

And I shouldn’t let it fuck with our relationship

And I should be more on some patient shit

But truthfully I feel like I can’t wait for this

Aiyyo, your fuck game’s the best I ever had

You know you always made my other girls mad

That I would give you so much attention

They’d always be tripping, always be riffing

Cause everything’s given at Christmas time

With you is where I spent both of mine

It’s been a while since anybody up top seen her

I wonder if we still recognise her now when we see her

She said she don’t like the way them niggas act down South

But she don’t like the way we act up North either

Started dating white guys and crossed over

Cause once you go rap, you don’t come back, it’s all over

She said we started popping bottles, couldn’t stay sober

And too many chicks started popping up with strollers

Girl I can’t say that what you’re saying ain’t true

But if I get the chance to love ya, this is what I’ll do

I’ll keep it 100, always and forever

Make every snare crack, make every line clever

Perform wherever Hip Hop’s needed

And not just for money, just do it however

I can promise that we’ll always be together

Even if I start acting or become a trash man