Sweet Home Rollin
G. Love Lyrics

Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
Men standing on the street corner selling drugs

got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
Robbed by attractive women who have guns in their car

You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
People with guns threatening those who are weaker

Police only harass you when they want to get a chunk
Law enforcement only bothers individuals to get a cut of their illegal profits

They got so many corners and they got so many spots
Drug dealers have many locations to sell their wares

And I can't even bump up the block
Can't walk down the street without being confronted

without the "Yo man what you got?"
Being asked what drugs you possess

I'm walkin' past somebody lookin' strange
Walking by someone who appears suspicious

He's lookin' for a hit for veins
The strange person is seeking drugs

or he'll blow out somebody's brains
The strange person is capable of violence

Even the shorties livin' naughty lives
Even young people are engaging in criminal activity

Walkin' around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
Young criminals carry large guns

I just found out the candy store's a front
Realizing that the candy store is a cover for drug dealing

They walk in the candy store
People enter the candy store

Man G, candy's far from what they want
The customers are not interested in candy

You might see a pickle or a popsicle
The only food items you might see in the candy store

But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
The drug dealers sell small amounts of drugs out of the back of the candy store

Honey used to look like a winner
A woman who used to be attractive

Now she can't even get took to dinner
She is no longer respected

cause so many dealers ran up in her
She has been used by many drug dealers

Somebody's blood is on the tar
There was a violent incident resulting in blood on the pavement

Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
There was a fatal fight in a bar the previous night

Loudmouth tryin' to show her ass, but somebody / broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
A woman was physically assaulted with a broken bottle in a bar

Money got robbed for his bank
Someone was robbed of their money

They broke in his house and took everything / except the kitchen sink
Burglars stole everything except the sink

Little man murdered on the scene / He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
An underage boy was killed while attempting to buy alcohol

Granny's damn near pushin' 80
An elderly woman

A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
A woman was mugged and stabbed by two criminals

Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone / Yeah, this is my home sweet home
It's a dangerous neighborhood where murders happen. But it's still G. Love's home.

Three card molly, another man to fool
A game of three card molly where people scam others

Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
White people stare at Black people at stoplights like they are inferior

I'm gettin' frisked by the cops
Being searched by the police

They only tryin' to get props, for blowin' off a black man's top
Police only want credit for killing a Black man

Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me / but yo I heard she's givin' VD
A woman named DiDi wants to see him, but he's heard she has a sexually transmitted disease

Just when you think the skies are gettin' blue / Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Just when things seem to be improving, someone else is killed

Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Feeling insecurity and being unable to sleep because of the dangerous streets.

Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her / She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
A mother learns her daughter is at a party with drug dealers, and unable to control her actions

Now off to the morgue, to go identify her body
The daughter has died and the mother must go to the morgue to identify her body

Sonny boy is goin' on the strip / Robbin niggas cracks, with a mac, without a clip
A young man is going out to rob drug dealers with a gun that has no ammunition

Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped / and shorty got ragged, another body bag is zipped
Someone informed the drug dealers of his plans, and he was killed in the process

A baby is born and needs lovin' / but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
A child is born but the mother murders the baby and puts it in an oven

Cops killin' our kids, but they bill us
People pay taxes to fund police who end up killing children

So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
Is it worse for police to kill citizens, or for citizens to kill police?

Everyday's another risk
Every day is a dangerous situation

I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
Even where he lives is dirty and smelly

No heat, just pots of hot water
He doesn't have heat and must heat up water to bathe

I'm walkin' eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
He has to walk up eight flights of stairs because the elevator doesn't work

Man that landlord is the lowest
The landlord is the worst

Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
He got an eviction notice for accidentally letting his door slam

I felt like breakin' all his bones, psh
He wanted to break the landlord's bones in frustration

I'm gettin' kicked out of my home sweet home
He's being forced to leave the place he calls home