Home Sweet Home

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