Ish - Home lyrics

VITAMIN D ...206, you know this The place to be if you blow piff Medical card, see the doctor on some kumo sh** Split the blunt after you fold it? You gone' trip They have you on some pimp sh** New clothes, kicks Lil' mommy strokin' the mink like -- "You so crisp!" If you notice, these fools know tricks, to scoop yo' bits So keep your game tight, don't lose your grip, like Jerramy Stevens Its not the place to be if you barely eat The Winter time is the therapy season They say the overcast depresses the stunt's growth But them ain't rain clouds my n***a, that's blunt smoke Damn it feels good to talk about home... Welcome to Seattle where the sun don't shine X2 C NOTE Lets take em back to the scene yo Show em what I mean though Shark Bar, Art Bar, Oskar's, Deano's Streets fish grease same thing, better weed though Dark days, fast nights, VUSCA, King Co News travels word of mouth, I know you heard about Dude turned state, he been talking to Kerlikowsk' 'Bout JUOSLP, MOA, Valley hood East U, deuce eight, South side, West wide Dilapidated gentrified 40 ounce for breakfast, Macchiato when I'm high Promised to make her mine She let me get it rain sleet or shine Yeah, that's Seattle state of mind Damn it feels good to talk about home... Damn it feels good to talk about home... MANEAK B Rise and shine b**hes check how Seattle do The flow sick sh**, call it Seattle flu Outta town, actin wild, my Seattle crew Run this Jake track just like Seattle Slew And the green that we blow from Seattle too That was grown in a lab at Seattle U At Qwest Field 12th man my Seattle dude Nate Burleson wearin that Seattle blue Bosworth made all of Seattle boo The Sonics let Kemp go -- "Seattle's through!" I read Seattle Times I watch Seattle news I hope Seattle win I watch Seattle lose Damn it feels good to talk about home... Damn it feels good to talk about home... ISH Man its about that time To pop that cork and pour out that shine Ooooo Full out hard grind, gettin' better life wine Make the dimes then whi-i-ine (ine-ine) Yeah Ish that's me, white M3 bangin J Soup LP, (In the hood) like the young n***as bang LP Union, Jackson, Yesler, Two-Three Boy I stay ooh-we You do you and let me do me And I bet I out crack these half a**ed n***as Ain't wet on the track (What up balla's) Check these p**y n***as not ballers You f**in with the town's rap scholars, b**h holla! We just very low, key don't think that a n***a Don't very blow heat And ain't nery none em sweet Solo Do' is my idol man, Cherry is the street The streets buried my peeps Credit Dre, Dowell, Doobie and Baby T I bought Kools in Mr. Lows for my moms In the Doghouse hallways that made my flows bomb From the CD we is all just alike Panthers and gangstas raised us up right When the chips crash stand yo a** up and fight Some chose the top blow me I gun mics Check it and I will gun you down C. Dillon k**in how we run through sounds (Up the middle boy) The whole world renowned, first we built it Then we k**ed it, then we tilted that crown To the left cause I'm fresh off the right Cause we tight to the back Whats the haps? sh** nothin' Headed up to Granny's with Ezells and The Facts Some say I pushed it forward some say he brought it back I put the ill up in real you a fake When I'm chill when I build with the Jake One Damn it feels good to talk about home... Damn it feels good to talk about home...