Lyrics

[Intro: Kansas sample & J Dilla] So far I've come to find There's no one here, no life I fear (Let's go!) I came for nothing (Dave West, Dilla Dawg collabo) They have gone— gone— gone— (Hot sh— hot sh— hot sh—) So far I've come to find (Turn it up) There's no one here, no life I fear (Yup) I came for nothing They have gone— gone— gone— (Oh!) Nobody's home [Verse 1: J Dilla & Kansas] Oh, it's the boy with the heat, torching the beat Of course, it is me, but unfortunately (No one's home) But you can hit me on the box, I'm busy on the block Getting fifty on the crop, biatch (No one's home) Getting ready to bounce with Nitty on them gold dubs – glow Right to a house, floated out – cold bustos We gon' have some fun, but no funds, yo I don't save 'em – I'm sorry, I don't love hoes But I blow big blunt smoke Keep one close, and oh – you don't want those So catch shit the size of donut holes Don't like surprises, don't run slow Spit it hot, hit the titty to the topless And the party over when the Mo' runs low Get the trees out and hit it, 'cause we's out And she's 'bout to get it, 'cause no one's home [Bridge: Kansas sample & J Dilla] So far I've come to find There's no one here, no life I fear (Well...) What? (At least that's what she told me... you know?) I came for nothing They have gone— gone— gone— (We was 'bout to exit the club Swing an "F" in the truck, you know) So far I've come to find There's no one here, no life I fear (She made me sit back, and... Realize that) What? I came for nothing They have gone— gone— gone— (McNas' *is* the shit Uh, oh, oh) Nobody's home [Verse 2: J Dilla & Kansas sample] Ain't no stoppin' us, be a whole bunch of talk Ain't no popping 'em, 'cause (No one's home) What! We out in the streets – what? All day and night Bar blazin' hot, walk straight inside V.I.P., baby These days, D.I. pre-screens, baby – "Let me see I.D.!" I'm like – "Pass the Mo' case, or no case" Out for cash, so – no paper, no Jay (No way!) Like O.J., I'm hitting the gas With the old Jay hid in my stash (Bounce) Just for the hater – Pissed 'cause the McNas' clique rolls thick with a fist full o' paper Hit a twist-up Swisher to blaze up Get a whiff, get a lift-up in Jay's truck I said it before – pop up and get it poppin' Quit the knocking, there's no one home [Outro: Kansas sample] So far I've come to find There's no one here, no life I fear I came from nothing They have gone— gone— gone—