Chorus
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home

.. used to .. fuck her
Truth is we all loved her
So if you get close to that chick
Do get a rubber cause she got no homies
Going out like suckers this are my metaphors now
Of how the game is .. forcing new changes .. how it used to be
Cause some bullshit around them trustfully now hip hop …
Hip hop is still loving you but I just feel like I found out
You fucked the whole crew

chorus
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home

I know on what you’ve been through
And all the crazy places you’ve been to
And all the niggers that pinch you
Yeah I know I got a pimp side me too
.. from the underground wasn’t I supposed to have dreams too
And drive a Benz too? I know we share some materialistic shit and i
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But truthfully I feel like I can’t wait for this… you know you’ve always been
My other girl …I admit you so much attention they always tripping
Always .. cause everything is given in Christmas time with you ..

chorus
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home

This is wild sin city .. seen her
I wonder if we still recognize when we see her
She says she don’t like the way niggers act down South
She don’t like the way we act up North either
.. white guys crossed over she said when she come back .. she said
She started popping bottles couldn’t stay sober…
Girl I can’t say what you are saying it ain’t true but if I get a chance to ..
This is what I do .. make every .. clap make every line clever
.. whatever hip hop needs and I just .. just do it whatever
I can promise that we will always be together
Even if i start acting …

chorus
I had a girl from New York
Move to the bottom
She got tired of living in the South
So she wanna come back to the East
Back to the streets that’s what she is dreaming about
When I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong
All the ways she run back through my arms
So I ain’t gonna make it hard for her
I made a song for her
It’s called baby come home
Baby come home