Homecoming Lyrics - Singles - Cels Dupri

Born and raised in the criminal place 

Where niggas approach you the same in subliminal ways 

say our name in vein and you feeling the pain 

stomped out in plain day while you catching the train 

see I'm a Chi nigga you can tell by the slang 

while all these niggas bang 

I'm out here making a name 

making a lane 

making my change 

like Obama sayings 

and I'm from where Obama was stationed 

back to the basics 

you gotta face it in the summertime I'll let yo ass taste it 

Taste of the Chi 

Everyday in the Chi 

just tryna survive, that's how my people play in the Chi 

you can look in my eyes and see I was made in the Chi 

I used to go to Miles Davis Academy 

and the girl faculty would start chasing after me 

so they made me change more casually gradually 

then in 6th grade they tried to battle me 

but I was still the most dopest 

the flows potent 

and back in 8th grade I had hoes choking 

fights by my school 

getting arrested by cops 

while niggas thinking its cool 

I had to let that shit stop 

drop 

and roll with me as we breeze through the southside 

haters talking shit, let it leak through they mouthside 

cuz niggas be riding round on they lurking shit 

so you'll never catch me doing all that jerking shit 

we on that flirting shit 

on a perfect bitch 

on some white chicks on our suburban shit 

I'm from that city where its great to be 

they here me on every song going hard reppin faithfully 

they put they faith in me 

told me chase the cheese 

and don't come back around until I taste the cheese 

so now I rape these beats tryna get my name across 

and that's word to the black man hanging on my cross 

I shine like lip gloss 

bitches take a loss 

say you love that girl but she in the back getting tossed 

introduce her team 

put her on the L then all my niggas run a train 

she left behind her brain 

but still that don't change 

the fact that I'm coming for the game 

and now my name is embedded in they brain 

so now I'm on my plan b shit