(Chorus: Panash)
They say it ain't where ya from, it's where ya at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home, they say it ain't where ya from, it's where you at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home
(Verse 1: .dB)
They say home is where the heart is, well, 'til I make it back, I guess I will just be heartless, oh, my dearly departed, I can resurrect you, so sorry that I left you, but times got hard when they started to disrespect you, things got worse when the world would just neglect you, and I'm only one man, what can I do to protect you, I'm not Robocop, or Action Jackson, I'm just a nigga grindin', tryin' to get some traction, who would o' knew that the homie from Michigan would one day blow up and have the whole world listenin', never return calls, never return texts, it's funny how niggas make it and lose all respect for the hood, it feels like we just left the wood, roll another dutch and life is all good, but it changed, and things can never be the same, I just hope I'm still me when I get my taste of fame
(Chorus: Panash)
They say it ain't where ya from, it's where ya at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home, they say it ain't where ya from, it's where you at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home
(Verse 2: Panash)
Yeah, long legs I miss, the pretty ass view, now I'm around some Twins, but they ain't pretty as you, the show me state, St. Louis Missou, you raised me, made me a man, it's true, got scrapes and scars there, first dates and cars there, used to put starch on my jeans just to look clean, Lisa's, Imo's, Vess Sodas, I need those, had to keep a mug on my face just to look mean, but I know you mean well, hell, I turned out cool, in the streets is where I learned, not school, book smarts will only get you so far, but you can't spell hustle without the S-T-L, we go so hard, Laclede's Landin', down down the anthem, fitted with a bat and a bird, we takin' chances, hand to hand, and we still standin', reppin' the double O Rams, home sweet home, three one fo', understand it
(Chorus: Panash)
They say it ain't where ya from, it's where ya at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home, they say it ain't where ya from, it's where you at, but my city on my fitted, so wear your hat, nothin' like home sweet home, the hood I used to roam, I said it ain't nothin' like home
(Outro: Panash)
It ain't nothin' like home
credits
from The EQs-Men EP,
released November 13, 2013
Vocals written and performed by Jerrald Spencer and Lemar Gilreath.