When My Niggas Come Home Lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude
He used to throw money like this (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga comes home
We gon' party til six in the mon'
When my nigga come home
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone
I tell you, when my nigga come home
We gon' celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak
When my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing that he want


[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out

[Verse 2: The Game]
When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him
You know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
You know how many bitches I was mad that I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook
And all he wanted was a super head's book
So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)
And ya girl? She fine as a motherfucker
Told you she cheated on you? She was lyin' like a motherfucker
When you went in, we was dreamin' about the tre
Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates
Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats?
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P
Remember when we was hard
Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard
But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker out
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude
He used to throw money like this (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga comes home
We gon' party til six in the mon'
When my nigga come home
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone
I tell you, when my nigga come home
We gon' celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak
When my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing that he want


[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
One thing you can count on when you touch down
You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out
Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary
The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips
My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five
And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-Crip for life
And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz
When you get out, you know we livin' it up

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This song is for rapper Shyne, who was about to be released when this song was recorded.

Produced by The Neptunes

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Release Date
April 5, 2012
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