[Intro: 415 sample]
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
[Verse 1: Vitamin D]
...206, you know this
The place to be if you blow piff
Medical card, "See The Doctor," on some Kool Moe shit
Split the blunt after you fold it?
You gone' trip
They have you on some pimp shit
New clothes, kicks
Lil' mami strokin' the mink like, "You so crisp!"
If you notice, these fools know tricks, to scoop yo' bits
So keep your game tight, don't lose your grip, like Jerramy Stevens
It's not the place to be if you barely eat
The Winter time is the therapy season
They say the overcast depresses the stunt's growth
But them ain't rain clouds, my nigga, that's blunt smoke
[Chorus: 415 sample, Boom Bap Project sample]
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Welcome to Seattle, where the sun don't shine"
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Welcome to Seattle, where the sun don't shine"
[Verse 2: The Note]
Let's take 'em back to the scene, yo
Show 'em what I mean though
Shark Bar, Art Bar, Oskar's, Deano's
Streets fish grease same thing, better weed though
Dark days, fast nights, VUSCA, King Co.
News travels word-of-mouth, I know you heard about
Dude turned state, he been talking to Kerlikowske
'Bout J.U.O.S.L.P., M.O.A., Valley Hood
East U, Deuce 8, South side, West wide
Dilapidated, gentrified
40 ounce for breakfast, Macchiato when I'm high
Promised to make her mine
She let me get it, rain, sleet, or shine
Yeah, that's Seattle state of mind
[Chorus: 415 sample]
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
[Verse 3: Maneak B]
Rise and shine, bitches, check how Seattle do
The flow sick shit, call it Seattle Flu
Outta town, actin' wild, my Seattle crew
Run this Jake track, just like Seattle Slew
And the green that we blow from Seattle too
That was grown in a lab at Seattle U
At Qwest Field, 12th Man, my Seattle, dude
Nate Burleson wearin' that Seattle blue
Bosworth made all of Seattle boo
The Sonics let Kemp go – "Seattle's through!"
I read Seattle Times, I watch Seattle news
I hope Seattle win, I watch Seattle lose
[Chorus: 415 sample]
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
[Verse 4: Ishmael Butler]
Man, its about that time
To pop that cork and pour out that shine
Ooooo
Full out hard grind, gettin' better like wine
Make the dimes then whi-i-ine (ine-ine)
Yeah ,Ish that's me, white M3 bangin' J Soup LP
(In the hood, boy) like the young niggas bang LP
Union, Jackson, Yesler, Two-Three
Boy, I stay ooh-we
You do you and let me do me
And I bet I out-crack these half0assed niggas
Ain't wet on the track (What up, Marla?)
Check these pussy niggas not ballers
You fuckin with the town's rap scholars – bitch, holla!
We just very low-key
Don't think that a nigga don't bury blow heat
And ain't nery none em sweet
Solo Do' is my idol man, Cherry is the street
The streets buried my peeps
Credit Dre, Dowell, Doobie, and Baby T
I bought Kools in Mr. Lowe's for my moms
In the Doghouse hallways that made my flows bomb
From the C.D., we is all just alike
Panthers and gangstas raised us up right
When the chips crash, stand yo' ass up and fight
Some chose to chop blow, me I gun mics
Check it and I will gun you down
C. Dillon, killin' how we run through sounds (Up the middle, boy)
The whole world renowned
First we built it, then we killed it, then we tilted that crown
To the Left, 'cause I'm fresh off the right
'Cause we tight to the back
What's the haps? Shit nothin'
Headed up to Granny's with Ezell's and The Facts
Some say I pushed it forward, some say, "He brought it back"
I put the "ill" up in "real," you a fake when I'm chill
When I build with the Jake One
[Chorus: 415 sample]
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."
"Damn, it feels good to talk about home..."