Homesick by Tito Lopez Lyrics
[Intro/Hook]
Uh... Uh... Yeah
T-I-T-O
I'm 'bout to get it, get it
Nigga, I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it
[Verse 1: Tito Lopez]
I think I'm starting to feel it. What they call it, homesick?
I've been gone to long, man home is my own dick
She jumped back on it and put my chest out
Bank account don't reflect it, but I'm respected as the best out
No ass, take an 'S' out
And 'as' I progress out
I'm drinkin' and thinkin' of different ways to get my stress out
There will be blood, I aim to
Strike all like [dangler?], I see my future in plain view
How much more I got to prove I'm 'bout it?
Weak ass niggas just get they money and count it
Me I got to keep a new verse
In the pocket, no purse
Off top, no rehearsin'
And uh, oh yeah. No cursin'
God Damn. Who invented all these unwritten rules?
Picky fools who was never spittin' hidden jewels
But me, I drop milestones with smiles on
Abusin' boys, shit that paedophiles on
A calzon in the movie don't make you mild Ty
And if it did you niggas more like the mob-wifes
They robbed guys for years off in this rap game
Eatin' good and only be given the scraps man
But niggas know I ain't with that man
I shoot seven right at your snake eyes like it's a crap game
Shout out my nigga, Big Kat, man
And if you don't know who that is you can shut your fuckin' trap man
Nigga this is hip-hop
Your shit light-weight, find that in the gift-shot
In the back of the store
I'm from where they put your back on the floor
And kids runnin' 'round holding hammers and they ain't actin' like Thor
Down South where that racism ain't a new thang
Run into the Klan man. I don't mean Wu-Tang
And I'm sorry if I OD'ed
But for real sometimes in rhyme I got to be as blunt as rolled weed
Yeah
[He good at what he do, but the difference between him is, I'm great at everything I do...
You can't stop it, whats gonna happen in life, is gonna happen...
What was that, I'm young, black, and rich? And I speak my mind...
My man tellin' ya how it's always gonna be. Fuck him. It's gonna be what it's gonna be...
Why, why do I got to be the bad boy always? I mean, I think I'mma good guy if I can
Everything I said that I was gonna do, everything that I predicted I went out here and done.]
[Verse 2: Tito Lopez]
I ain't that young
I feel like I'm the fucking greatest
The latest nigga with something that new
Most of these niggas thinkin' rap is just something to do
Most of you bitches sayin' 'nigga ain't nothing to you'
Until they on T.V and they see you as something to screw
All this shit was by design, it was something I drew
My paint brush and favorite colour, I'm fucking with blue
You fuckin' with who?
That's ridiculous
Like every nigga with a hoddie lookin' conspicuous
These niggas tricking us
Watching their own videos, riding these cars and pretty hoes
You flying private, ain't that a story
Being on the same plane as me, begging to use the lavatory
I'm not the nigga you play as a joke
This ain't just playing with fire, you playing with smoke
That means even when the flames die you get soaked
I'mma still kill niggas and see that they get choked
[Hook]
Muthafucka. I got to get it, get it
Nigga I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it
Nigga I got to get it, get it
I know this much is true. I got to get it, get it
I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it
Uh... Uh... Yeah
T-I-T-O
I'm 'bout to get it, get it
Nigga, I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it
[Verse 1: Tito Lopez]
I think I'm starting to feel it. What they call it, homesick?
I've been gone to long, man home is my own dick
She jumped back on it and put my chest out
Bank account don't reflect it, but I'm respected as the best out
No ass, take an 'S' out
And 'as' I progress out
I'm drinkin' and thinkin' of different ways to get my stress out
There will be blood, I aim to
Strike all like [dangler?], I see my future in plain view
How much more I got to prove I'm 'bout it?
Weak ass niggas just get they money and count it
Me I got to keep a new verse
In the pocket, no purse
Off top, no rehearsin'
And uh, oh yeah. No cursin'
God Damn. Who invented all these unwritten rules?
Picky fools who was never spittin' hidden jewels
But me, I drop milestones with smiles on
Abusin' boys, shit that paedophiles on
A calzon in the movie don't make you mild Ty
And if it did you niggas more like the mob-wifes
They robbed guys for years off in this rap game
Eatin' good and only be given the scraps man
But niggas know I ain't with that man
I shoot seven right at your snake eyes like it's a crap game
Shout out my nigga, Big Kat, man
And if you don't know who that is you can shut your fuckin' trap man
Nigga this is hip-hop
Your shit light-weight, find that in the gift-shot
In the back of the store
I'm from where they put your back on the floor
And kids runnin' 'round holding hammers and they ain't actin' like Thor
Down South where that racism ain't a new thang
Run into the Klan man. I don't mean Wu-Tang
And I'm sorry if I OD'ed
But for real sometimes in rhyme I got to be as blunt as rolled weed
Yeah
[He good at what he do, but the difference between him is, I'm great at everything I do...
You can't stop it, whats gonna happen in life, is gonna happen...
What was that, I'm young, black, and rich? And I speak my mind...
My man tellin' ya how it's always gonna be. Fuck him. It's gonna be what it's gonna be...
Why, why do I got to be the bad boy always? I mean, I think I'mma good guy if I can
Everything I said that I was gonna do, everything that I predicted I went out here and done.]
[Verse 2: Tito Lopez]
I ain't that young
I feel like I'm the fucking greatest
The latest nigga with something that new
Most of these niggas thinkin' rap is just something to do
Most of you bitches sayin' 'nigga ain't nothing to you'
Until they on T.V and they see you as something to screw
All this shit was by design, it was something I drew
My paint brush and favorite colour, I'm fucking with blue
You fuckin' with who?
That's ridiculous
Like every nigga with a hoddie lookin' conspicuous
These niggas tricking us
Watching their own videos, riding these cars and pretty hoes
You flying private, ain't that a story
Being on the same plane as me, begging to use the lavatory
I'm not the nigga you play as a joke
This ain't just playing with fire, you playing with smoke
That means even when the flames die you get soaked
I'mma still kill niggas and see that they get choked
[Hook]
Muthafucka. I got to get it, get it
Nigga I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it
Nigga I got to get it, get it
I know this much is true. I got to get it, get it
I got to get it, get it
I don't know about you, but I got to get it, get it