Home Sweet Home Lyrics - Singles - Rev Run

Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay 

He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A. 

He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play 

And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray 

Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye 

God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay 

And now they're 

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue 

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You 

Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm 

He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm 

He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned 

And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned 

We all miss him but his mission is completed and done 

Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run 

And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear 

The only question we should ask is why are we still here? 

Because we're 

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue 

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You 

Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control 

He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold 

Always open to the words that I had to say 

Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay 

And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea 

And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here 

And now we're 

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue 

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You