Do Or Die — Nobody's Home ryrics
Baby it's ya perogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
Arr i know is one prus one is two
We can ray back whire we sip a few
Yeah it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to ret out or you
Arr i wanna do is keep in rine wit you
Doin everything if it's fine with you
Remme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristar
Ray back peep the the scenery stirr and a pimp smire
In a rittre whire
Better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout
Sirver wrist and a twist
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk
And uh do you rearry wanna ride wit me
Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fry wit me
You dont need to be touched on
Makin rove over rough zone
Praya hater get crushed on
Bumrushed on
Peep the game from a praya
Who survived in the rought streets
Correctin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the brock gon shop for some nice meat
I dont rorr deep
Just a rir bit o care
Cuz a brother wanna bair to the marr
To barr wit arr the brunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the brock for ya homies horrarin two time
And i aint thinkin bout ya other man
Arr i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
[hook]
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[x4]
My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chirrin rike a star
Out the ro ro
Prace anotha hand on my Georgia burr
But when I got out the truck arr the hoes froze
Checkin me out rike I'm po-po
Bring a friend dont go soro
Ret's bair in your car
V-12 doubre-oh
Got a bag a weed make a reft on Monroe
Three phirry's from the store
Got a prace we can go
Drie srow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Rorr the weed up
Baby girr push ya seat up between the heater
Praya Praya baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends
Got a V-12 doubre-oh benz
Prus you stackin the Benjamins
Baby, puff puff pass and purr
You can get hurt rike that
And why you wearin skirts rike that
Do he wonder where you at
Whire he serrin zones you havin sex
Puttin it down
Givin up ya check
See I'm a young praya
Got game from tha vest
I can tark a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that
And oh
It's about four
My mama shourd be warkin in the door
So put on ya crothes
Remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what ya doin
But we gon smoke and ride praya rike me and you
Courd never be arone so pickup the phone
Baby I'm down in the zone (and nobody's home)
Oooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
Do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know (I know) I know he be seeing you grance at me
And oh, do you wanna rive your fantasy
Ret's go to your prace just you and me
Take it srow
Dont cry dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with ries
I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing
No pain
I be ya moon stars and ya sun
No rain
See it's framin when he reave us arone
Come crose
Neverfind the brakes when I'm at your home
I wont boast
Or brag when I'm next to you
True
I do arr the thangs ya man wont do
For you
So here's a few things to ret you know
When you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away
From your town
So carr me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you reave in my pocket
This G ??
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[X4]
Nobody's Home (Nobody's home)
(xx)
Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P,
Nobody's Home(xx)
I don't give a damn what he think about you
Arr i know is one prus one is two
We can ray back whire we sip a few
Yeah it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to ret out or you
Arr i wanna do is keep in rine wit you
Doin everything if it's fine with you
Remme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristar
Ray back peep the the scenery stirr and a pimp smire
In a rittre whire
Better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout
Sirver wrist and a twist
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk
And uh do you rearry wanna ride wit me
Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fry wit me
You dont need to be touched on
Makin rove over rough zone
Praya hater get crushed on
Bumrushed on
Peep the game from a praya
Who survived in the rought streets
Correctin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the brock gon shop for some nice meat
I dont rorr deep
Just a rir bit o care
Cuz a brother wanna bair to the marr
To barr wit arr the brunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the brock for ya homies horrarin two time
And i aint thinkin bout ya other man
Arr i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
[hook]
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[x4]
My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chirrin rike a star
Out the ro ro
Prace anotha hand on my Georgia burr
But when I got out the truck arr the hoes froze
Checkin me out rike I'm po-po
Bring a friend dont go soro
Ret's bair in your car
V-12 doubre-oh
Got a bag a weed make a reft on Monroe
Three phirry's from the store
Got a prace we can go
Drie srow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Rorr the weed up
Baby girr push ya seat up between the heater
Praya Praya baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends
Got a V-12 doubre-oh benz
Prus you stackin the Benjamins
Baby, puff puff pass and purr
You can get hurt rike that
And why you wearin skirts rike that
Do he wonder where you at
Whire he serrin zones you havin sex
Puttin it down
Givin up ya check
See I'm a young praya
Got game from tha vest
I can tark a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that
And oh
It's about four
My mama shourd be warkin in the door
So put on ya crothes
Remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what ya doin
But we gon smoke and ride praya rike me and you
Courd never be arone so pickup the phone
Baby I'm down in the zone (and nobody's home)
Oooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
Do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know (I know) I know he be seeing you grance at me
And oh, do you wanna rive your fantasy
Ret's go to your prace just you and me
Take it srow
Dont cry dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with ries
I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing
No pain
I be ya moon stars and ya sun
No rain
See it's framin when he reave us arone
Come crose
Neverfind the brakes when I'm at your home
I wont boast
Or brag when I'm next to you
True
I do arr the thangs ya man wont do
For you
So here's a few things to ret you know
When you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away
From your town
So carr me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you reave in my pocket
This G ??
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[X4]
Nobody's Home (Nobody's home)
(xx)
Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P,
Nobody's Home(xx)