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Cold Back Home

was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis Home of back

that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Back on the dance floor, better not to take me home Bass kicking

house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer, common cold

make ya enjoy yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back

vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light ­ like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold

like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough High rollin', back

feet on my dash the homies understand and they lookin' for girl to thier own so they can't get out these streets and stay home it's cold when you got

gon say I did it all, started out with mixin? crack Look at that before he went to jail he didn?t even rap Came home in the street back up at the block

kept holding on, it's comical When I think back now, I couldn't get the hint I felt the draft you were throwing I wasn't catching your drift But there's a cold