He began his professional rapping career working with DJ Quik, with Quik serving as the producer on his debut album, Street Gospel. Released in 1997, it fell short of commercial expectations, but was praised by many underground rap fans in California, and is seen as a "street classic" by many of them. The DJ Quik production on this album was considered to be refreshing compared to the stereotypical West Coast G-Funk sound that had dominated most of the early 90's, as he incorporated elements of jazz, funk, rhythm and blues, and even rock and roll to create instrumentals that caught the ears of many listeners.
I Wanna Go Home
Suga Free Lyrics
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To where that shit was (OK)
why'know what I'm sayin?
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin?
Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
why'know what I'm sayin?
I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
Ni... OK, yes
why'know what I'm sayin? (right)
Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah)
Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man
Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh
Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock
Don't worry about nothin' nigga
And man, I used to beat on walls, man
Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out
It's about the County Jail and shit homie
Just check this shit out
*humming*
You know, shit like that
why'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm)
Man, man
*humming* I want to go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to come home
I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin'
And I, ?? 'em go
And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho'
Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I want to go home
Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ???
Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'
Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail
When I, lost my hope, see'mon
*humming* Check it out...
Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control
From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol
You know flow, that's so ??
So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free
One more dog and French bread
Return to the lab to reclaim my fame
And see my bitches take the corner
Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed
But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound
And test drive niggas, that's how to touch
And bitches that's how to bat
I'm steppin' out the penn
Bailin' in a cloud of smoke
Nizi tizi, ?? ?I had to dive on 'em? loc
Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this
Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac
And drink some Cognac and jack to this
Both be on the lookout for PPD
Them black, them whites
Them disco lights and that 3rd strike
Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn
If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again
Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner
Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her
And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit
But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that bitch
I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that
I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin'
That's for goin' with that money sac
And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from
Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh
But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet
So put yo' hand on yo' shit
And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot
Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid
Because a nigga stole some candy from a ????
So me Ray Dogg, ?? and Trey Parcept
That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT
The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang
With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat
Together we love some motherfucker stood ??? all at one time
They comin' together, some niggas yap
Crips and bloods on they way to the home
Because we took our phone
And motherfuckers and left they face swoll
Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls
No action on the phones, no visitors
Man I can't wait to go home
Who's that baller, should I, I want to go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to go home
Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really want to come home
If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone
Yes a baller, said I, I want to go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to go home
Clue Dogg, I know you want to, baby, I want to come home
I really, miss ?? doggs, baby, now she gonna be all alone
Love to move, nigga won't you come on home
Love to move... *Fades*
The song "I Wanna Go Home" by Suga Free is a poignant recounting of his time spent in the L.A County Jail. The song's lyrics are a mediation on the feelings of despair, loneliness, and longing for a life before being incarcerated. Suga Free's lyrics are filled with introspection, revealing his vulnerability and showing the conflicting emotions that arise from being imprisoned. He reminisces about the support he received from his loved ones and how he longs to be with them again. He talks about making collect calls to his friends and family and how that was the only way to communicate with them. The song invokes a sense of nostalgia as Free describes how he used to call his friend Black Tone collect, and the memories of the good times they had together.
Throughout the song, there is a sense of desperation to return home, which Free associates with freedom. He talks about returning to his life as a baller, the glamourous lifestyle he had once lived, and how he longs to return to it. But, as the song progresses, it becomes clear that all he truly wants is to be reunited with his family and friends, which gives him a sense of purpose and belonging that he can't find within the walls of the County Jail.
In conclusion, "I Wanna Go Home" is a deeply personal reflection on the pain and struggles that come with being incarcerated. It's a testament to Suga Free's resilience and strength, as he tries to find solace in his memories and in the hope of returning home.
Line by Line Meaning
I just want to put that shit down
I want to forget all about my past experiences and move on with my life.
To where that shit was (OK)
I want to leave all of my troubles and hardships behind and start over fresh.
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
I used to be in jail and now I want to go back home.
Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
I used to call my friends from jail for free, even when they had to pay for the call.
I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
I used to call random places collect from jail, just to talk to someone.
Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh
I'm feeling hurt and frustrated.
Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock
Don't worry about me, I'm okay.
It's about the County Jail and shit homie
This song is about my time in County Jail.
Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control
I want to rap smoothly and calmly like a butterfly gliding through the air.
From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol
From my time in jail to my release on parole, I've been through it all.
But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound
I'm going to grab your attention with my music and never let go.
Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn
I don't want to go back to jail, ever.
I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that
I'm on the roof of a building, broke and struggling to get by.
Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid
I'm fighting with someone and my hair is in disarray.
Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls
Now they're giving me food that's not even fit for dogs.
Man I can't wait to go home
I'm eager to leave jail and go back to my life on the outside.
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to come home
I want to leave jail and go back home to my family and friends.
Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really want to come home
I'm not content in jail and I want to go back home with my loved ones.
If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight all alone
If I didn't have my family's support, I would feel completely alone in jail.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAJUAN L. WALKER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@nathanhunter6877
just want to put that shit down
To where that shit was (OK)
why'know what I'm sayin?
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin?
Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum)
why'know what I'm sayin?
I call a house collect, even a shop, you know? (yeah)
why'know what I'm sayin? It's the one
Ni... OK, yes
why'know what I'm sayin? (right)
Everytime, it never fail, dog (yeah)
Like, like, homie, I'm hurtin' man
Nigga, I'm, nigga, I, tsh
Don't worry about nothin' Ril-Rock
Don't worry about nothin' nigga
And man, I used to beat on walls, man
Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out
It's about the County Jail and shit homie
Just check this shit out
humming
You know, shit like that
why'know, nigga just beat on the table and shit (mm-hmm)
Man, man
humming I want to go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to come home
I'm gettin' tired, of this dialin'
And I, ?? 'em go
And then I, got my ski and seed number, 8s-9-6-5-I fo' sho'
Yeah, yes a baller, singin, I want to go home
Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ???
Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'
Let me tell you this rap 'bout the county jail
When I, lost my hope, see'mon
humming Check it out...
Let me flow, like a butterfly on cruise control
From the L.A. county jail, get the penn, to parol
You know flow, that's so ??
So give a big bow wow, to Suga Free
One more dog and French bread
Return to the lab to reclaim my fame
And see my bitches take the corner
Nigga, I ain't nothin' changed
But I'ma handcuff yo' ass to the sound
And test drive niggas, that's how to touch
And bitches that's how to bat
I'm steppin' out the penn
Bailin' in a cloud of smoke
Nizi tizi, ?? ?I had to dive on 'em? loc
Now we gon' make or make 'em clap to this
Now grab yo' gat, smoke a sac
And drink some Cognac and jack to this
Both be on the lookout for PPD
Them black, them whites
Them disco lights and that 3rd strike
Cause I'll be damned if I go back to the penn
If I unlock my payroll, with a hoe, and do some time again
Back in the County with my hair gettin' thinner
Because I'm stressin' about my bitch and I wonder who's goin' in her
And I'm knowin' that the tramp ain't shit
But in the LA County Jail I'ma need that bitch
I'm on a roof, up in 95, huh, and I'm broke at that
I'm creepin' on niggas, sweepin'
That's for goin' with that money sac
And G's hittin' niggas up on from where they from
Ready to roll, bustas and marks up out of 95 huh
But then she in her nails gettin' smart and quiet
So put yo' hand on yo' shit
And get ready to scrap cause it's another riot
Now I'm scrappin' with my hair half braid
Because a nigga stole some candy from a ????
So me Ray Dogg, ?? and Trey Parcept
That nigga TC from EC and 8-Ball from HT
The red rags resent from tree tops, Tony Lang
With Nookie Baby John from Foo Town and Pat
Together we love some motherfucker stood ??? all at one time
They comin' together, some niggas yap
Crips and bloods on they way to the home
Because we took our phone
And motherfuckers and left they face swoll
Damn, now they feed a nigga juke balls
No action on the phones, no visitors
Man I can't wait to go home
Who's that baller, should I, I want to go home
I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I want to go home
Mama I ain't really happy here, I really really want to come home
If it wasn't for, you and my sister, I'd be straight a
@IRON5
One of the most slept on albums ever....
@CheeseCakeAwakesFTW
not in my pad
@RTistic
3 people are mad that Suga Free makes better beats with a quarter and a pen than they make with their Fruity Loops setup
@juanpalacios4616
Truth!
@kayleawilliams2541
Lmaooo Preach
@MaxEgoThePrince
Indubitably
@officialtrxp1997
@@kayleawilliams2541 Nnno now no now no no no no no no no no no no
@youngmenaceent
Real talk 🤣🤣🤣
@SlapstrumentalsOfficial
the most underrated nigga to ever spit on that pimpin. dude a real lyricist but if you aint up on g shit he talkin about his whole style goes right over your head. ahead of his time..
@tonystarks6182
Man I'm fresh out the county yesterday and this was all I was thinking about LMAO