the station In need of education in the rain You made no preparation for my reputation once again The sink is full of fishes She's got dirty dishes on
[Chorus] I'm coming home I'm coming home tell the World I'm coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and
it, she not sure she put it down Come g-g-get it, the business, I h-h-hit it, whose is it? The Benz with the windows tinted, go on, lock it, dirty south
, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', '
, uh, haha) And the rain is coming down My heart is cold I know she knows (yeah) Strobe lights dance with the stars (uh) And I always take my time [Chorus - Diddy-Dirty
my jeans And Bobby flagged the diesel down, just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I took my harpon out of my dirty red bandanna I
in the mornin' The rain is pourin', we got work to do Get up Jake, there's no need a lyin' You tell me that you're dyin' but I know it's not true Dirty
faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained It rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
You can?t discrimi-hate 'cause you done read a book or two What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms Living in your closet
have my way Which was bleak and gray, oh dear Living in here One hundred years of rain Such a drag This riches to rags With just myself to blame A dirty
recall, my little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates Of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains
I don't really mind takin' out all of the trash If I gotta change the tire outside in the pourin' rain Nothin' but a thang, I'm gonna, gonna provide Go
We talked about the real things And drove into the fire Headlights on the highway The desert wind is howling Rattlesnakes and romance Is spilling with the rain
think I smell your brain cells fryin' The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops
but trouble follows me And still I try so hard hopin? one day you'll come and rescue me But until then I'll be posted up right here rain, sleet, hail
back dumpin Deep in the club, they some suckas, rush em, Get it how they get it, don?t let this singin fool ya, We gets dirty, dirty, dirty, never nervous
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay