Home Sweet Home

Ha ha, Jesus, let's go

Now me and T, we had a jam, we used to kick it with J
He was the baddest fuckin' man in the US of A
He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
And my second LED is soundcheckin' with Ray
Open the garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on gay
God bless 'em where they restin' and where they may lay
And that is (Woo)

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
Turn me up

Now check it, J, he 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 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 Dee or dickin' DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout J and if I had no fear
The only question we should ask is why are we still here
Because we're (Woo)

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
Turn me up

Now with the Prince and 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 J
And we ain't losin' more truth in me regards our dear
And since homie's been the hardest, homie, he's still here
Now we're (Woo)

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
Turn me up