[Intro: Kansas sample & J Dilla]
So far I've come to find
There's no one here, no life I fear (Let's go!)
I came for nothing (Dave West, Dilla Dawg collabo)
They have gone— gone— gone— (Hot sh— hot sh— hot sh—)
So far I've come to find (Turn it up)
There's no one here, no life I fear (Yup)
I came for nothing
They have gone— gone— gone— (Oh!)
Nobody's home
[Verse 1: J Dilla & Kansas]
Oh, it's the boy with the heat, torching the beat
Of course, it is me, but unfortunately (No one's home)
But you can hit me on the box, I'm busy on the block
Getting fifty on the crop, biatch (No one's home)
Getting ready to bounce with Nitty on them gold dubs – glow
Right to a house, floated out – cold bustos
We gon' have some fun, but no funds, yo
I don't save 'em – I'm sorry, I don't love hoes
But I blow big blunt smoke
Keep one close, and oh – you don't want those
So catch shit the size of donut holes
Don't like surprises, don't run slow
Spit it hot, hit the titty to the topless
And the party over when the Mo' runs low
Get the trees out and hit it, 'cause we's out
And she's 'bout to get it, 'cause no one's home
[Bridge: Kansas sample & J Dilla]
So far I've come to find
There's no one here, no life I fear
(Well...) What?
(At least that's what she told me... you know?)
I came for nothing
They have gone— gone— gone—
(We was 'bout to exit the club
Swing an "F" in the truck, you know)
So far I've come to find
There's no one here, no life I fear
(She made me sit back, and...
Realize that) What?
I came for nothing
They have gone— gone— gone—
(McNas' *is* the shit
Uh, oh, oh)
Nobody's home
[Verse 2: J Dilla & Kansas sample]
Ain't no stoppin' us, be a whole bunch of talk
Ain't no popping 'em, 'cause (No one's home)
What! We out in the streets – what? All day and night
Bar blazin' hot, walk straight inside
V.I.P., baby
These days, D.I. pre-screens, baby – "Let me see I.D.!"
I'm like – "Pass the Mo' case, or no case"
Out for cash, so – no paper, no Jay (No way!)
Like O.J., I'm hitting the gas
With the old Jay hid in my stash (Bounce)
Just for the hater –
Pissed 'cause the McNas' clique rolls thick with a fist full o' paper
Hit a twist-up Swisher to blaze up
Get a whiff, get a lift-up in Jay's truck
I said it before – pop up and get it poppin'
Quit the knocking, there's no one home
[Outro: Kansas sample]
So far I've come to find
There's no one here, no life I fear
I came from nothing
They have gone— gone— gone—
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