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[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..."