Dre - Home Invasion lyrics

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Dre - Home Invasion lyrics

[Hook] Playa, hater Turn your head round Lay on the ground You've been robbed Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor You've been robbed [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Uh, n***a I smell murder Glock 9, put it in your sternum 10 k**ers in the Chevy n***a 16 with the burner Tell em put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, acting funny with the cash ha? Ok, n***as wanna play dumb-dumb Dirty Glocks, never knowing where they come from Bang, motherf**er get low Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose k**ers stay lurking and they do it on purpose I just tell em keep shooting like they trynna overdose Keep playing with a real n***a You gon' end up in a box like Hilfiger Yeah, yeah you looking at a gorilla I don't like no n***as holding n***as Glocks like a 4 wheeler Cos that b**h go to kicking, Liu Kang All black when I'm ridin, Bruce Wayne n***as bolt to the money, Usain Never change them true, 2 Chainz Hundred grand to your boys like loose change Better hush for that chopper wanna do things Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang! n***a! [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Phone call from my Haitian homie say papi got the good yay No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way Call the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late You know what I came for so don't play Leave 100 O's round where you stay, Lord Somebody call the po-po Snitch n***as die slow Will they ever catch me? p**y n***a no no Running out your mouth, I'm just hoping you about it Every n***a with me, boy they ready get started No patdowns when I walk up in the party Smoking that stank, who he think he Bob Marley? No games When I pull up in that foreign, k** n***as Hood nation motherf**er, real n***as Won't stop getting money, deal with it Yeah I'm f**ing your b**h and I'm still in it No tints in the whip so you see me in it I can run through a clip less than 2 minutes Bang bang, reload til it start clicking [Hook] [Verse 3: Vado] Uh, half a drank like who gave you? Move caine, I've been Abel Baking soda, no label TV on but no cable Streets talking, I heard em Hands out but curd him He don't wanna work, he just wanted work That he can handout and just burn him Heard it all before though Then went and copped the four-door Told pop I needed four more He text me back like for sure 10 choppers going fofo Chrome four four, crack blow dope Had em all magnets Why we don't smoke I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah I'm tired n***as, tired n***as Quick to talk how they tie n***as I'm on the block like who's tied n***a Gun is co*ked like who's fire quicker Corner pack like those my n***as G spots, we racking them Church guarded, I'm backing them That's a lot of money, we stacking them [Hook]

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