"I Get Around" as written by Carl Thompson, Sean Combs and Faith Evans....
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home

Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail

I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated

Bustas is shady
So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it

Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning, baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home

Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home

Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sex

Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number

You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the air

Prepare for the riot, it's padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
It's on soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of see-Low
Take and pick like they keep a see-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown

The whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic

Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'

That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do

Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe


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"Soon As I Get Home" as written by Sean Combs Carl Thompson

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    General CommentNo comments? This is old school, but still one of my favorite's.
    kmk_natashaon February 26, 2005   Link
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    General CommentOne of my favorites too! Rap was better at this time.
    mmbson March 05, 2005   Link
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    General CommentOne of my favorites of all-time. Classic. Some of the lyrics aren't right, but its still good
    BDHooper11on November 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThe REALLY hysterical thing is that on the comedy "Scrubs" (I'm a Doc and I LUV that show!) Turk cuts flesh to gangsta music in the OR-including THIS song! ( Ive scrubbed in during training and even African American MDs use classical music up there.) Props to Turk and The Todd...and peace be with Tupac!
    drpoundsignon March 27, 2008   Link
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    General CommentI still listen to this song and jam out i love this song I get around.
    dp9241loveron June 02, 2011   Link
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    Song MeaningThe title of the song makes it quite simple, he gets around.
    The song in general is just talking of how he gets around and wants to get around with various women.

    Some of the lyrics are roughly descriptions of how he'll seduce them, but wants to be seduced as well. Even one line going as far as telling them not to make it too easy because he wants the challenge of it.

    So in short look at the title.
    NowYouKnowon May 08, 2013   Link

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