When You Come Home - Black Rob, Rhea

I remember that day clear, the month and the year

I was hustlin, '89 Downtown in Times Square

With ten niggas, but you recognized the Commander

You went to school and worked part time at Alexander

Chain and kiss on the cheeks

I said some slick shit like, 'we can do this on a beach'

You laughed, straight teeth, mines was all crooky

You walked away but kept turning back, laughin and lookin

I’m gassed, I said Pity she ain’t want me to leave

Then she the one, I also waiting to see

Not called you, you called me we on the same tune

I’m Uptown me and June in the game room

I was glad to hear your voice, you choice

Brown sugar, 5'5'' a body was moist

And on top at all, personalities to match

Had a lot in common, yeah we still took it from scratch

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you (you know)

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

You was there when I signed with Diddy

You was there when hit the city

There when I cried

Your advice was like from your titties

So, after a while I started flourishing

And just to think that you was sitting down

Having a couple of drinks, me and you on the

I’m calling quits, cheatin, no matter how you call that shit

My stomach hurtin now, on the pit

And that’s nonsense, you told you I was fuckin on tour

Not true,

You know what, boo?

I think I showed you too much feelings

I ain’t believe when he said you fucked from the building

It’s cool-o, I let you kick me in my culo

I ain’t coming back now matter how much you scream

I spent a lot of dough on you, I put jewelery to goal on you

And that’s how this all you gon do?

Yo

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you (you know)

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

I admit now, time is hard

Fucked out, I was locked up, you

We missed each other, guess it’s so used to you

Everything about the shit that we used to do

It’s spice you cookin, you give a nigga real good lovin and

That’s why we still snap back, like a rubberband

Another man can’t do what I do, I got you

I said the sky is blue and is blue

You fam, you know was better enough you fucked with Scram

Got you actin up for, smuggling grams

What you want, ma?

Ha, the house or the car?

Yeah I know I’m locked down, but I’m still B. R

And love, before a minute there I thought you lost me

I got three and a halfin, happy home shortly

You probably thinkin I’m just poppin shit

Like some nigga get home and do

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you (you know)

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

Ma, listen I gave you respect because you earned it

You still here fucking with me, could you see?

Ma, soon as I touch I’m getting money soon

We gon do the engagement, then the Honeymoon

I’m feeling you, you coming or what?

What’s crazy, me standing here spilling my guts

How dreams ain’t gon turn to dust?

Long is all about me, you and the all outta us

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home

From the streets, to the Pen, lovers and friends

I’mma hold you down, I’ll be here when you come home

I’ll be waiting for you (you know)

I’ll be waiting for you when you come home