Chillin', Thinkin about the days when i was a young buck
My homies used to tell me to come up
Seeing that I was talented, I was feeling more like a 
Broke tray, So I left Pomona eager to check a phat grip
Hopped into my riben Nissan and hit the road
In my pickup, by all means I was makin a quick buck
Went from Texas to Oklahoma then I hit Michigan
And had to go back to Texas again
Rumors of being dead or dug out in the penitentiary
A false punk, you should have been with me
Taking that long trip, (Back Down Memory Lane!),
Bailing In a Nissan, cuz now im back in a 911
Slanted, squaded, bumpin so hard the deaf people
Hear me tho, but now home don't feel like home no mo'
My own homies turned fake, some of the people that never like me
Bring me demo tapes talkin about, hook me up
Can you help me out G? You would be the same ones in my 
Neighborhood talkin about me, buggin' me on my mobile phone
I guess it's supposed to feel good
To be home sweet home

So now I got the hoochies (The Hoochies!)
The hoochies on my tip, first come first serve
I used to trip, cuz wasn't you the one that always stood me up?
Kicked me to the curb cuz i drove a Nissan truck
So how does it feel to be a hoochie? slash hooker, slash trick
Cuz yo I wouldn't go up in it if I had a prayer with it
Cuz im the same dark tone, chocolate coated nigga
Nothing changed but the weather 
And my pockets got a little bigger, besides hoochies tryna play me
I got homies tryna steal from me and dope brothas
Keepin deals from me, making hard earned money
And got good credit, bought a pimped out crib
Now all of a sudden im big headed
Now when I was broke and used to come and kick it
Bummin for spare change, starving and wasnt nothing wrong with it
But since I tried to make a name for myself, I guess im wrong
For coming back to home sweet home

Some of the homies still got my back, proud cuz
They see a brother rollin, but all that rollin
Got my Porsche stolen, garage doors wide open
Now ain't that a fucking trip? I got a neighborhood watch
That didn't see shit, fifty thousand dollars down the drain
And nobody cares neither, but I still got two benzes and
A beemer, waitin for a nigga to get brave with a chrome .45
A glock and a 12 gauge and a trained body in my back yard
Livin' life silky while protected, hoping all you skanless
Niggas get the message, so we can stop knockin niggas out at 
Pool party's, or watching my back or suing
For a stolen track, My mama used to always tell me that misery 
Wants company, I just ain't the one to be played with
Cuz if I got to be played, I rather be left alone
Damn, home sweet home

Chocolate | Home Sweet Home (1993)

Proof II (ALBUM MASTER)

PREDICCIÓN NUMEROLÓGICA

[Intro – The Roast Begins]  
Yo—  
They saw a rock with a glow on the nose,  
And said, “It’s alien tech, I suppose!”  
Bridge lights on like a cosmic car,  
Cruisin’ the void from a cave on Mars?

Military minds see tic-tacs fly,  
No splash in the sea, no blink of an eye.  
Right-angle turns, shape-shiftin’ fast,  
Then vanish in trees like a ghost from the past.

Zero to light speed, blink and it’s gone,  
South African forests, now you see none.  
But ATLAS? A mothership? Please behave—  
Unless aliens cruise in a stone-age cave.

[Verse 1 – The Monkey Mirror]  
Yo—  
If they came to Earth, they’d laugh and cry,  
Watchin’ monkeys build bombs and askin’ why.  
Discoverin’ genius while chokin’ the sky,  
Still flingin’ bananas as satellites fly.

We got telescopes, we got big brains,  
But still think a rock is a ship with reins.  
C’mon now, let’s break the trance,  
It’s physics, not a pleasure dance.

[Verse 2 – The Physics Flip]  
Yo—  
That forward glow? Ain’t alien flex,  
It’s friction, bro, not cosmic tech.  
ATLAS movin’ against the tide,  
Through a riptide stream where particles hide.

Solar wind, plasma, dust in flow,  
Heating the nose with a subtle glow.  
Fluid dynamics in space, not air,  
Waves and pressure, density rare.

Galaxies spin like cyclones wide,  
And riptides ripple where gravities collide.  
It’s motion, mass, and cosmic math,  
Not aliens takin’ a scenic path.

[Bridge – The Bee in the Bonnet]  
So next time you see a glow in the sky,  
Don’t jump to aliens wavin’ hi.  
Think of the medium, the cosmic stream,  
Where motion and matter dance unseen.

[Outro – The Enlightened Laugh]  
We dropped the science with a grin so sly,  
Roasted the myth, let the truth fly high.  
ATLAS ain’t tech from a distant race—  
It’s a stone in motion through textured space.

So salute the monkeys with telescopes bright,  
But teach ’em to see with post-Stone Age sight.  
The riptide’s real, the glow’s explained—  
And the archive’s laughin’ in fluid refrain.


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