Home Sweet Home

Yo...
A red alert y'all, a red alert y'all
A now we toot on the horns, and ring on the bells
Cause I am the man with the clientele
Rock a rhyme for me and then a rhyme for you
And everybody catch, the boogaloo flu
And like the apple to the peach, the cherry to the plum
Now me and D we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
He was the baddest {fuckin} man in the U.S. of A.
He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray
Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin on Gaye
God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
And now they're
"Sweet home Alabama... where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama... Lord I'm comin home to you"
Now Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
He was the greatest and he's sharin everything that he earned
And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned
We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
Because we're
"Sweet home Alabama... where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama... Lord I'm comin home to you"
Now under pressure Jam Master never losin control
He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
Always open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin, never selfish, that was my man Jay
And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea
And since home is where the heart is homey he's still here
And now we're
"Sweet home Alabama... where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama... Lord I'm comin home to you"