"In My Zone"



Ok, ok, ok
I be on my phone
I be in the club
I be in my zone
I be in my zone
I be on my phone
Flexin' in the club
And I'm ridin' on chrome
I be in my zone

I be on, flexin' in my zone
He said he got 20 bricks, tell him to come on
Yeah, hear this, dog, I be on my phone
Driving dirty, rollin' on a swish, I gotta zone
You know 'bout lil' Soulja, he be flexin'
On his phone, drop top, young and reckless
Your girlfriend riding in my Lexus
Young Dre, 50k, say he's not done
I got that Plato, falling down my pocket
Hermes belt with a Louis wallet
It's nothing, we stuntin'
Everybody know Dre getting money

I be on, I be on my phone
Catch me in the club and I be in my zone
I be in my zone
I be on my phone, ridin' through the hood
And I'm flexin' on chrome
I be in my zone

What's going on? Soulja Boy on
If he got 30 bricks tell him hear my phone
I done hit 30 licks now I'm in my zone
Tattoos on my neck, brought a million now I'm on
We can cash, we be hittin' the gas
We be on that lawn, leave them suckers in the past
I be turned up, turned up to the max
Step inside the club, I'm ordering 50 bottles max
Put it on my card, this is not a floch
Fuck her 9 to 5, Soulja don't do day jobs
Cashed up on deck, man, we do this all the time
Stacks on deck, boy, stay up on your A

I be on, I be on my phone
I be in the club and I be up in my zone, flexin'
Yeah, I'm in my zone, flexin'
I be on, I be on my phone
Driving dirty, riding on chrome
I be in my zone, racks I'm on
I be in my zone

Got a new home, blowing only strong
Walk inside the Louis store, everything I own
Kush is my cologne, walking here I'm boss
Here ice chain, everything on froze
I customize my stones, I'm stunting in my zone
Your girlfriend keep blowing up the Soulja phone
She won't leave me alone, she want the doggie bone
I go so hard, tell all haters to get going
Yeah, I'm a blow, this is not a joke
A hunnid K in Franklins later crossed the floor
You a hoe, I put that on the phone
Catch me in my city and I'll screw, screw gone

I be in my zone
Catch me in the club and I'm flexin'
Flexin', flexin', flexin'
Flexin', flexin', flexin'
I be on, I be in my zone
Catch me in the club and I'm flexin'
Flexin', flexin', flexin'
Flexin', flexin', flexin'
Come on
On my phone, my zone

"Inked Up"


Inked Tatted
Inked Tatted
I'm inked up I'm tatted (tatted) [4x]
Inked tatted (tatted) [4x]

I'm tatted on my arm
It's a portrait on my neck
When I take my shirt off ya girl pussy get so wet
And my favorite color green cuhz I'm all about paper clean white beater lime green chuck tailors
Let it be known that I will x rate her
So many tattoos my arms inked in layers

I'm inked up I'm tatted (tatted)
Inked tatted (tatted) [4x]

Step inside the club
She want the oj with the vodka
I made her pay for it cuhz my swag is super proper
I'm so icy as beezy
I make it look easy
This girl so boss
She trace my tattoos with her tongue uhhh

I'm inked up I'm tatted (tatted) [4x]
Inked tatted (tatted) [4x]

Yo bitch my hotel
Said ink my whole body I was for real
Now I get in whole sell
Say I cant get a job nigga owell
Im smoking weed relaxin
Inked up like the checks I'm cashing
Whole neck tatted up chest blasting
With a bad bitch blowing trees up
(I'm inked up I'm tattaed)
Couple goons that will let a nigga have it
Take game and they gang in a casket
Infact you aint even gotta ask
Bitch
Yeah

Inked Tatted
I'm inked up I'm tatted (tatted)
Inked tatted (tatted) [4x]
Inked Tatted
I'm inked up I'm tatted (tatted)
Inked tatted (tatted) [4x]

"Intro"



I made up my mind and I am on a mission
I wake up and get it, millions to be specific

Don't follow the guideline, got girls on my timeline
I grind like it's primetime, it's Soulja, I'm doin fine
I must let you have it, the AK I blast it
I'm livin so savage, I rap like it's magic
You fake like it's plastic, my swag is fantastic
Yo lake is the placid, Lil Dre – he do magic
I come with the AK, we blastin, you halved it
Tips make yo past tense, RIP bad bitch
Young Dre spit shit, off the top I'm filthy rich
30k and 60k – that's 90k you bitch
Don't forget what I told you
I pull up in a Gati and it's followed by a old school
Schout out to them niggas that been getting to the money
When I wake up in the morning I be thinkin bout the money

This what I do dog, I drop off the roof dog
Red beam on yo nose so we nickname you Rudolf
AKA truth dawg, Soulja Boy too dog
The new dog never ever pull up like you dawg

You know that I get this, be cold like it's Christmas
AK, we shoot this, til this shit empty
I smoke like a chimney, my young niggas feel me
AK 47, trains they can't kill me
Trace my fingers dog, you see that I'm stackin
Thumbing through that check like a motherfuckin stack bitch
Young Dre pull up to the block, that's a hat bitch
Trap out the bando and trap out the condo
Hop off the jet and I land in Toronto
Might call OVO, I hit the studios
Swag up on supreme, Soulja Boy the damn king
All you niggas can't fuck with me, I'm on a block looking lovably

The 9 make you backflip
I did these full album mixtapes in datpiff
I am that piff, that nigga I will pull that trigger
Put kush in my swisha, the flow I deliver
Your body in river, diamonds on neck, so cold it make me shiver
SOD gang man, we is the topic
Trending like topic, water like faucet
AK, I pop it, the bodies be droppin
I'm a train the topic and my name is flame man
This ain't no gang mane, this is no joke dog
We getting money, don't know words you spoke of

And this for the damn club, nigga fuck yo mean mug
Shout out CP dub, SB got the plug
Pull up with the mud, don't get yo nose plugged
Don't get yo house and yo car fuckin shot up
Nigga we pop up
We got more money than the money
Pop up, money a product
Money the topic, got money on my noggin
I be getting cash man, Soulja Boy a problem
Tell me what's a goon to a motherfuckin goblin
Ridin in that Gati, feelin like the one
Holdin on my gun, man I do this shit for fun
S Beezy, every mixtape is number 1

These niggas throw my swag but it really don't matter
I'm chillin in a million dollar mansion
Everybody lookin at me and my diamonds dancing
Bitches say I'm handsome, came out Atlanta
Sippin dirty filter, bitch I'm the answer
Bitch I'm the truth, throwin money out the roof

"Is U Ready"


[Intro:]
Yuh
Yea
Foreign
Foreign, Foreing
Foreign 2
Soulja Soulja Soulja

[Verse 1:]
Countin money (Countin money)
Smoking loud (Smoking loud)
Ridin foreign (Ridin foreign)
Countin loud (got that loud)
Got packs (I got packs)
Got sacks (I got sacks)
I got bands (I got bands)
I got Fetty (I got Fetty)

[Bridge:]
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (nah)
Is you ready? (yuh)
Is you ready? (Soulja)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready?

[Hook:]
I'm steppin out, I'm steppin out
It's a movie, it's a movie
Versace around me, paparazzi surround me
Brand new Maserati,
I don't even drive it (nah)
Ain't got no mollies, I don't need no stylist

[Verse 2:]
Damn Soulja whilin, I'm on the red carpet
Is you ready? Is you ready?
To get it started
I'm on the magazines (let's go)
I'm on the Foreign tour (let's go)
I'm on my tour bus (let's go)
I ride in nothing but couture (okay)
I ride customs (customs)
Red bottom kicks (red bottom kicks)
I love foreign shit (I love foreign shit)
I love expensive things (I love expensive things)
I let er do the dash, I got a straight smash
I rather put my pedal to the metal
While I'm blowin gas (turn up)

[Bridge:]
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)

[Hook:]
I'm steppin out (I'm steppin out)
It's a movie scene (It's a movie scene)
Versace all around me, paparazzi all around me
Got a new Maserati, I don't even drive it
It ain't got no mollies, I don't need no stylist

[Verse 3:]
I'm spazzin out (I'm spazzin out)
I'm at the waffle house in the Mercedes
And the vibs all in my pocket, I got bricks on me
I got a lick on me, 'cause I'm a walkin lick
Yea I'm a meal ticket (juice up)
I take expensive trips
60 racks for my whole crew
Damn, you don't do the dash, I pull up
We spazzin out, it's a movie, bring yo camera
Soulja Boy got money, Soulja Boy be stuntin
Ain't nothing funny,
I'm a get cash, I'm a get moody
Jeweler, Slick Rick DeRulo

[Bridge:]
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready?
Is you ready?
Turn up
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready?
Is you ready?

[Hook:]
I'm steppin out (I'm steppin out)
It's a movie scene (It's a movie scene)
Versace all around me, paparazzi all around me
Got a new Maserati, I don't even drive it
It ain't got no mollies, I don't need no stylist

[Bridge:]
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready? (is you ready?)
Is you ready?
Is you ready?
Turn up
Is you ready? Turn up (is you ready?) turn up
Is you ready? Turn up (is you ready?)

[Outro:]
Foreign
Foreign
It's a movie scene, Versace all around me
Paparazzi all around me
Soulja, turn up
Is you ready?
Is you ready?
HAM, HAM, turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Juice, we smoking Soulja
We smoking Soulja
We takin over
Turn up
Is you ready? No
Is you ready? No
Let's go
Gone, gone
Foreign 2
100 bands, it's a movie scene

"It's Cool"



I’m in the studio rolling a blunt
Yea
Soulja

I got gold on my neck and it’s cool
It’s cool, it’s cool
I call my jeweler, get new jewels
New jewels, new jewels
And in the streets, they know it, I’m that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes

I said you know I’m flyer than the plane
Everybody in the hood know my name
I hit the block and I flip murk
On top, scoop skirt
I do work, I do numbers
And I trap, I swear that we buggin
Yea yea, we buggin, you niggas tweakin
On that Goofy shit for no reason
Ain’t no trees man, sippin lean man
And I’m high, feelin like I’m in a dream man
Rolex’s on my wrist
And yo bitch is on my dick

I got gold on my neck and it’s cool
It’s cool, it’s cool
I call my jeweler, get new jewels
New jewels, new jewels
And in the streets, they know it, I’m that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes

I said every day I be high
A million dollars on me, no lie
I rock that bottle of our supply
I’m French, these haters know why
I got kak and I got kick stand
You rappers sinking quick, just like some quick sand
I got them big bands, I got a lot of grams
You know that I’m the man
Spinning round in a circle like a ceiling fan

I got gold on my neck and it’s cool
It’s cool, it’s cool
I call my jeweler, get new jewels
New jewels, new jewels
And in the streets, they know it, I’m that dude
That dude, that dude
I hit the mall and I get new shoes
New shoes, new shoes

"Jackie Chan"


[Intro:]
Yea yea
Soulja
Woa woa
Woa woa
Aye! What's happenin?
You already know man
Everybody turn up!
Let's go
Yea damn Jackie Chan

[Hook: x2]
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan

[Verse 1:]
Man they say I'm kickin shit like Jackie Chan
In the club and I'm smoking Mary Jane
Chains on my neck and they know my name
Rep what I claim, that's that money game
Turn up, see I be swaggin hard, ain't no one like me
I can cook the dope with no recipe
If you ask about soldiers, they ain't know my name
I be hustling hard, I do it for the fame
Took the rap game and I made it bump
If you come to west side that's my zone 1
Everybody know me be turnin up
Whole lot of kush we be burnin up
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
I got a lot of cash, I got a lot of fame
Day that I retire they gon miss me man
Until that day I'm flexin hard with 30 chains
Turn up

[Hook: x2]
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan

[Verse 2:]
Them niggas got mad when I got some money
Made a million dollars, now they lookin at me funny
Ridin through my hood in a Maserati
When I hop up out that car got snapped by paparazzi
Word around town Soulja De Biasi
Right pocket clean but my little pocket sloppy
I be makin money like iluminati
Fresh airways with tattoos on my body
Your girl look at me, turn up in a party
I be sippin lean, poppin bottles of Baccardi
All the white boys say that I am naughty
My line stay short just like Stevie Harvey
I smoke a lot of dope, roll a lot of molly
Sip a lot of lean, pop a lot of Xanax
All the girls on me, kinda jumps bodies
SOD gang, SOD party

[Hook: x2]
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan
Kill shit like Jackie Chan, Kill shit like Jackie Chan

"Japanese"



Money gang, money
Soulja, Soulja
It's just to know
It's just really how I'm rockin, you know what I mean?
Hunned bands

Young, sippin on codeine
Niggas speak Japanese
30 bricks in a Jeep
100 bands in my jeans
Yea, I sip codeine, promethazine
Niggas speak Japanese (konichiwa)
30 bricks in a Jeep
100k in my jeans

Yea nigga it's Japanese
Kickin shit, sippin lean
Ridin round with my team
Keep that Xan with that lean
Got a 9 with the beam
Turn yo house to a fuckin murder scene
Jumpin like a trampoline
AK 47, yea that be my thing
I'm ridin and I'm on a beam
Got a bad bitch and she stay with me
Nigga do not play with me
'Cus if you play me, nigga you will lay 6 deep (6 feet deep)

Young niggas keep that lean
Ridin round with my team
Yo girl addicted to this dick, yea she a fiend
King Soulja turns yo bitch into a queen

Yea I sip lean
A nigga speak Japanese (konichiwa)
30 keys in the Jeep
100k in my jeans (bands)
Yea niggas sip lean
A nigga speak Japanese
30 bricks in a Jeep
100k in my jeans

Yea, I do this all the time
Was smoking dope, I was on the number 9
I shoot shit up just like number 9
Niggas lookin for me, I ain't hard to find
I keep money on my mind
If you disrespect Soulja then yo ass is mine
I'm flexin, do that all the time
Made 3 mill in one month, that's not my prime
I came straight up out the hood
And I got a big mansion out in Hollywood
Smoke dope, now my life is good
100 M's what I want, let's get that understood
I'm overseas in Dubai
And they already know that Soulja Boy that guy
I'm on the jet, I'm stupid fly
Disrespect lil Soulja, I'll shoot you in your eye

Yea I sip lean (SOD)
30 bricks in a Jeep
Japanese
100 bricks in my jeans (bricks)
Do this shit for my team
Do this shit for my team
Sippin on codeine (lean)
Yea I'm sippin lean (lean)
Do this shit for my team
Do this shit for my team
100 bands in my jeans
Turn up

Just the other day I had to call my plug
Tell that nigga bring me all the fuckin money
Tried to Soulja's, man I shoot shit up
I'm ridin through the hood, those niggas know what's up
SODMG, who the fuck want something with us?
Riding through the hood, 24's inside the truck
Rolex on my wrist, that cost bout 25
Shoot shit up all the time like dead or alive

DOA on the site from these fuckin traps
I could rap my life, everything is rap
Everything to rap if a nigga try to snap
Off the river, AK'll leave you handicapped
True religion jeans, I'm still rockin it
SODMG the team, it ain't no stopping it
As I look around, see so many copycats
What is up with that? What the fuck is up with that?

Sippin on codeine (purple)
Niggas speak Japanese (konichiwa)
30 bricks in the Jeep
100 bands in my jeans
Sippin on codeine
And niggas speak Japanese
30 bricks in the Jeep
100 bands in my jeans
Gone

"Jordans Gold Chains"
(feat. Paul Allen)



[Intro:]
I'm a fly young nigga
Ya heard?
I got too much swag
Uh
Uh
Ah
Rich Gang, nigga
Soulja Soulja uh

[Hook:]
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains
Flyer than a plane, than a plane
I'm higher than a plane, higher than a plane
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains

[Verse 1:]
Ring on my finger, that's Versace
Yo main dude copy, the bitch yea she jock me
Hoppin out the 2 seater, 2 cheetahs
I'm too cleaner
Soulja Boy get fresh, don't rock Mitchell and this
I walk inside the Gucci store
They greet me like a king
SOD Rich Gang, yea we do our thing
2 chains, 2 rings like 2 change
Gold Versace and Chanelle shit on me
Ball man in Paris
I'm in New York, swagged out, ball back like Porsche
Lil Dre get money all goddamn day
SOD, Money Gang, Rich Gang in this place

[Hook:]
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains
Flyer than a plane (Soulja waddup?)
I'm higher than a plane (get that)
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains

[Verse 2:]
It's the boy PA, got the Jordans on my feet
Breakin down the kush and put in a suite
The boys stay fly, I'm in a top floor suite
It's the Money Gang, spend 1000 on my sneakers
And nah I'm never cheatin, you hoes know my name
I'm keepin my respect, 2000 on my chain
Me and Soulja Boy, swerving in the Benz
Bread's on my feet, Cartier on my legs

[Hook:]
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Jordans and gold chains
Michael Jordan and gold chains

"Juice"


Yeah! Money Gang! SOD
You already know what time it is my nigga
Swag up, racks up, cash up, let's go

Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof

SOD simpset, bitch I know you've heard of me
I stay off in the hood, boy I post up 'bout 30 deep
The money out the roof, I'm drop top Bentley coupe
Soulja got the juice, bitch nigga I thought you knew
This a new year and I know that you see me
All this fuckin' money, nigga I be so D'd
In the fuckin' club I'm in the VIP and yo bitch on me
She wanna suck the D, I see (C)
Man I'm so hard, I flex so clean
Drop top Chevy, that's some shit you've never seen
Flexin' so hard like I'm on a magazine
Styrofoam cup filled up with fuckin' lean
Boy I got the juice, birds in the coupe
Flexin' in my hood, throwin' money out the roof
50 goons deep and they all gon' choose
Word around town mane Soulja got the mothafuckin juice!

Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice [x6]
Throwin' money out the roof

Yo girl, I fucked that
The Benz, I swerved that
The police wanna hire me, but they gettin' on my nerves jack,
I just hit a blunt
The boss got a hundred fade, Jimmy IV
Turned down about a hundred stacks
Lil 'Dre you hear me, I'm word around town
The lean and the kush got my body slowing down
I stay off in the trap, with the automatic straps
If you niggas didn't know, the skinny niggas run the map
Lil 'Dre, simpset
Young goon rich niggas
Keep a couple clips for a lil ass bitch nigga
Lil 'Dre, west side deep off in yo fuckin street
SOD money gang PTE we too deep
Call up my nigga and he bout to bring them bands
I stay with lean-codeine so I'm leanin' like kick-stands
Got stacks on top stacks and got tax on top of tax
Lil 'Dre got the juice, bitch I run the fuckin' map

Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
When you see me boy salute
Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof
Soulja got the juice [x3]
Throwin' money out the roof!

"Juice"



Young & flexin, get it, Soulja
That nigga lil Kingst, ha

Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,

The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine
The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine

Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,

Riding down the highway, with your girl
She's a groupie, sushi, sushi
Swimming, swimming, yeah I be wet
Came on the jet, yeah you know I flex
24 flex in my fucking jet
Catch me in my flex, Lil Dre flex
Bitch I'm 22, with some brand new shoes
Got a brand new coup, chickens in the coop
Birds in the zoo, damn I'm the truth
And I got the juice, boy I thought you knew

Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,

The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine
The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine

Busting down the block, yeah I got gwap
SOD boys, we got the whole hood hot
Swoop, swoop, swag, swag
Black jag, jet lag
I'm going, going, flowing, flowing
Smoking on that kush, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Yeah I got a check, bitch I'm bout a check
Flexin and finessin

Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,
Sushi, sushi, sushi, sushi,

The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine
The young Dre way, I'm in it maine
The young Dre way, yeah I'm getting it maine

"Juice II"



Juice 2
2000 and 13
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Juice 2
Outta space
Your motherfuckin' movie
Soulja got juice
Welcome to the motherfucking' movie
Soulja got juice
Go everywhere yea
And a lot of motherfuckin' stacks on deck boys
Soulja got the juice
Stacks on deck gang
True story
Real nigga in this motherfuckin' thing
Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Pussy, Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice

Eleven years, all with some nickelbacks
Walkin' through zone 3 with some dime bags
Goddamn a young nigga was stupid bad
All in the classroom, stupid bad
Walkin' through the hood, I was stupid mad
Tryna get new J's at the superhustle
Pullin' up on pikes with my lil brotha
We do this shit for real, west side struggle
Juice II and my interview with big diamond
Flashing out on niggas like the big timers
Ching ching
On my private jet like ching ching
Hop about that bitch, 9 nigga flashin'
22, 23 million on my necklace
Lil Dre, for real, young and reckless
Pullin' up, foreign Porsche, hopping out
Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Pussy, Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice

Soulja got the motherfuckin' juice nigga
Juice 2, I poll a deuce nigga
Pullin' up, beefin' fuck a truce nigga
Y'all already know what it do nigga
A young nigga straight up out the west side
They made it to the beats, I don't stunt it now
My hood here, my ball like what's happening?
I ride through my city, I'm packing
Never lack and we ready for action
Juice 2 splash and it's swaggin'
I'm on a red carpet with 'bout 50 racks
Hop up out the VIP like give me that
And my niggas gotta get that cake
So I'm pullin' up and getting cake
And we hustlin' hard for everything
I'm talkin' gold watches, I'm talkin' gold chains
Flexin' on these peons
What they know about 3 me and let one we huh?
Young Dre, Soulja got the juice though
Real talk, 10 full

Heavinly packin', heavinly stackin', heavinly getting this money
Niggas flexin' but I really wanna run up on these with that stuntin'
Young Soulja be flexin', go long dead man it ain't nothing
Talkin' drope wiks, talkin' lotta tricks
Know we always getting this money

Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Pussy, Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice

"Juice II [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]"



Big ass pistol on my motherfuckin' dick
I be ridin' through my city and you know I'm with this shit
I'm a young ass nigga so I gotta hit collect
Niggas talkin' fuck shit, I tell them bitches take a trip
I be west side on Wayne, Gucci bandana
With my lean on my side, leanin' off that dirty Phantom
Nigga talk that fuck shit and he get flipped like a channel
I be ridin' through my hood but this Glock get these mantles
I be ridin' with my niggas with that heat
It's no count though niggas talk that fuck shit
I be swaggin' in them sandals
I be Dre, I be Soulja, I be ridin' with the blades
Top back in my 90, everybody know I'm paid
Everything on me, gold frames, Celine shades - 3k
On the beach find me, hide me
Little Dre's on when, in the club with a photo phobe
Big ass pistol that's gon knock a nigga down
Ridin' through my city and you know it's goin' down
Young ass nigga, sweat it, I'm that nigga
Man I knew I was the shit
19-96 bitch
I was only 6, still hittin' licks bitch
Still trickin' niggas, still getting plays
Honey k off that shit
What the fuck you think?
I was postin' on side click, number one with the swag
I was walkin' out the mall with a big ass Gucci bag
Now I pull up, 16 years old, bought my own car
Set the rims on that bitch, I'm a neighborhood star
Bitch I'm a hood star, now I'm doing shows too
Pull up to the pit, rally here, I'm doing shows too
Young ass nigga gold grill and some gold chains
Rockin' shit in that Versace all out the frame
Til it rains and I got my ears pils
I'm a young dope boy with a pistol on my hip
Anyone catch me slippin'? no no, I won't slip
It's the Juice II bitch, I'm a bump this in your ear

Hoes have my phone, you already know
You know what I'm sayin'
Real nigga shit
Know what I'm sayin'?
We doin' that shit for SODMG
You know what I'm sayin'?
All my mothefuckin' niggas bruh
Shout out to everybody that's rockin' with me, y'already know
It's that motherfuckin' Juice II
On them motherfuckin' niggas, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shout out to my nigga DJ Scream man
And shout out to my nigga B-Mo man
Shout out to my nigga MK man
My nigga D. Flores, my nigga Chief Keef
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shout out to my nigga Lil Dirt man
Shout out to my nigga Killa J
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Man, we in this motherfucker thick
Shout out to my nigga 3-50
Shout out to my nigga ridin' and hikin' man

Turnt up for real, 4C, what's happenin' man?
You know I'm ridin' 'round and I'm ridin' with the ratchet niggas
You know I'm 'bout that action, know I make it happy
Niggas know I'm stayin' packin'
Man, what's happenin'?
It's too easy dog this shit, too easy, tell them boys to make it hard
Till them fuck niggas feel me
I be ridin', sippin' Fiji in my 2-door Zuchini uh

That's Lil Dre
Know what I'm sayin'?
SODMG mane
We in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I'm sayin'?
We doin' this for all the motherfucker hustlers
All the dope boys
All the cool kids
All the nerds
All the trap boys
All the swag bitches
All the bad bitches
All the savages

I'm in this motherfucker
If a nigga hatin' on me
He can suck my dick huh
If a nigga hatin' on me

Hold on man
I'm in this motherfucker man
You know what I'm sayin'?
We gon keep this bitch runnin' man
Real nigga shit, man
You know what I'm talkin' about?
This the Juice II mix
Tell you man
And what I said was

Man, I'm in this motherfucker
If a nigga hatin' on me tell him shut his dick sucker
Shoot him in that motherfucker
I be ridin' 'round and loaded
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
And that pistol then exploded pow
Young Dre be my name
Goddamn, I spit flame
Make it rainin' hurricane
50 racks a hundred racks, off in that club mane
It's Texas hours in that bitch
Flexin' cause I couldn't be a actor
It was Dre
Real live hood story, '99 up on pan lane park
Everything was all fine
I pulled up in Lamborghini jet black, I got them city
One fuckin' question, who the hell is fuckin' with me?
Then I bought my G a Bentley
And bought my dad a Lambo
And pull up to the hood in my truck like a

Member's right
I'm in this motherfucker
Swagged up, nigga
Y'already know what's up with me
5 gold Rolexes for the hood
Pull up back to back
You know, Cadillac thing
Humming thing
Presidential Maybach thing
Continental thing, GT thing
Swerve all foreign things
It's how them things
Yellow diamond Shorty
2 club Shorties
True story Shawty
Turnt up Shawty
Walk in that party with that motherfuckin' Glock follow you
Slide your bitch a motherfuckin' Mali
Tell that bitch to come on my Harley
Come hold that shorty
Motherfucker
Swag swag
Bitch, I'm that nigga
Come and sip liquor
Lil Dre
Shout out to Pink Dolphin
Shout out to motherfuckin' boulevard supply
Boulevard supply on that bitch uh
Y'already know
Shout out to motherfuckin' Resource
Uh
Soulja

"Juug"



Juug, juug, juug
Juggin, juggin
Juug, juug, juug...
King Soulja hah
Juug, juug, juug...
Juug, juggin juggin juggin
King Soulja
We know what's up, we need you out here ASAP man
Turn up
You know I'm juggin
Too much money man, it's kinda way man
Hunned bands, hunned bags, money bags, money bills
Turn up

King Soulja, 100 bands in one day
Ridin round town and I'm getting cake
Just to hit the brick just the other day
I keep runnin bricks like it's relay
I be smoking dope, playin 2K
I be in the truck with my uzzi
Niggas know my clips then a movie
Nigga know King Soulja, know the old me
I be flexin hard with my army
All these bad bitches, they be swarming
SODMG – we da army
These niggas – they really cannot harm me
Fuck em!

Juug, juug, juug
Juug, juug, juug
Juug, juug, juug
Juug, juug, juug (juggin)
Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin)
Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin)
Juug

200 bands all in my hands
Ridin foreign whips, you can't understand
King Soulja the man
In one day, that's 100 bands
Me and my crew smoke 100 grams
Yea, I made 100 M's
Ocean Gang, make em take a swim
I be getting cash, who the fuck is them?
(Who the fuck? What the fuck?)
Ain't know a nigga juugin bands
In the club and I'm leanin from the kick stand (purple)
You know my niggas thinkin
Drop that big cash, you know I keep them bands

Juug, juug, juug
Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin), Juug (juggin)
Juug, juug, juug
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Soulja

"K.I.N.G."


[Intro:]
Yuh
Ah
Yuh
Ah
Gold everywhere
I know you have no money for this
Here you go
Rich Gang, let's get it
Turn up

K I N G
K I N G
(I'm bout to turn up)
K I

[Bridge:]
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja (what's happenin?), K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, scoo

[Hook:]
Who that ridin round in the foreign? King Soulja
Who done make it rain by the 100? King Soulja
Who that in the club with all that ice? King Soulja
(Swing that, swing that)
Who the nigga got all the bullshits? King Soulja

[Verse 1:]
I'm ridin in that foreign and my diamonds shinin
The chain on my neck man, it make you blind man
Real street nigga, all day
I'm a king so they fuck with me the long way (turn)
Gold chains on and my favorite Jordans
In the VIP 'cause King Soulja very important (turn up)
K I N G
I don't rock nothing but designer Fendy
Gucci, Louie, red bottom, custom kicks
Hoppin out the Panamera, it's a custom whip (King Soulja)
Forgiatos on me, let my top swing (King Soulja)
Crown on my head cause I'm a King Soulja
Turn up

[Bridge:]
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
(Let's get it)

[Hook:]
Who that ridin round in the foreign? King Soulja
Who done make it rain by the 100? King Soulja (make it rain)
Who that in the club with all that ice? King Soulja
Who the nigga got all the bullshits? King Soulja

[Verse 2:]
Fresh at the bank bank, I be kickin shit
King SOD, yea I'm getting rich (turn up)
Livin like a king, swerve everything
Jewelry on tac, yea swag on king
Pull up paparazzi, ride a molly, ride it (splash out)
Bad bitch with me, her swag on molly
I be turned up up in a Bugatti
All red Versace, watch them niggas (King Soulja)
Turn up

[Bridge:]
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G

[Hook:]
Who that ridin round in the foreign? King Soulja
Who done make it rain by the 100? King Soulja
Who that in the club with all that ice? King Soulja
Who the nigga got all the bullshits? King Soulja

[Outro:]
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja, K I N G
King Soulja
She bad
I'm in the building
Soulja

"Karl Lagerfield"



Let's get money nigger
Chain Gang
Triple Chain Gang
Fifty thirteen bitch

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Out of here and I got it
Money up in my wallet
Pull up in VIP
These niggers know that I got it
Niggers know that I shot it
Word around we ball out
Little Dre, that be my name
That bad bitch that might call out
Real nigger might fall through
Me and their whole crew
She suck me, we were in the train
Yah nigger, choo-choo
Fuck you and your whole block
Reach it, don't stop
Fifty thirteen
Pulled up stretched limousine
I'm so filthy rich
I'm a sad bitch
Niggers asking for it
I'm a let them have it
What the fuck you staring at?
Oh the new McLaren
CLR twenty twelve I'm there
Little Dre, what you heard
I'm man where you never had
I do the work
Little Dre, as B's
Ass chain, it's easy

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Watch your mouth before you spit nigger
It ain't really hard to a street nigger
And I'm riding up the street nigger
Whole car hot cause we towing heat nigger
Never disrespect I've been a boss
Fifty thirteen pull up with the top off
Can it pain like Mac sauce
Nigger knowing I'm a knock them off
Bitch nigger this my fucking year
Pictures down then we get them out of here
Nigger getting money in his fucking sleep
Overseas you came and mince your heat

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I'm Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

"Kickin Shit"



Soulja Boy tell them
Soulja Boy tell them
Aye
Soulja Boy tell them
Yo

On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy...
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty kinda juicy...

On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
Shorty got a juicy booty
Shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy

Shorty lookin' righter now
I'm sippin' lean and smokin' loud
Too turnt up, can't turn me down
Taste all turned, can't turn me down
In the cloud with the loud pack
We in the bed rollin' up some backs
Nigga know but I keep real nacks
I said nigga know I keep real nacks
Juice deuce pulled up a 4
Fuck the po but quiet draw
Stank bomb wherever we go
Stank bomb wherever we go

On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy boo...
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty kinda juicy...

On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit

Pullin' up, panorama I'm kickin' shit
Flex so hard, VIP we in this bit
Smokin' loud, we smokin' loud, we smokin' strong
Shorty got a juicy booty, what it do?
Turn around and I'm a make it rain like hell
Turn around and I'm a make it rain right now
Shorty know what's up, man it's going up
Yea it's going up and it's going down
I walked in the club you know I got allowed
Gold chain up on my neck, I'm turnin' up
Gold on my bracelet, I'm turnin' up
Gold on my pinky ring, I'm turnin' up

On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and Kylie kinda juicy
On kickin' shit and Kylie got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty kinda juicy...

On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit and shorty kinda juicy...

I think shorty wanna do me
Ride through my city she's a groupie
But shorty kinda juicy
And I'm kickin' shit in some movie
Kickin' shit, all in Las Vegas
All from the city but I'm turnt up with my playas
All from the city and we tuned up on them haters
All from the city and we smokin' different flavors
Young nigga still tag this
Young post it up and sav it
Going on and on, we can have it
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
Bitch, I kick the shit

On kickin' shit and shorty kinda juicy
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy...
On kickin' shit and shorty got a juicy booty

On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
On kickin' shit, on kickin' shit
Shorty got a juicy booty
Shorty got a juicy...

"Kickstand"
(feat. Tonio)



Soulja Got The Juice . S.o.d

Kickstand [3x] all my nigguhs in the club on the dat Kickstand [x5 Repeat]

pop 1 pop 2 I'm outta here I'm outta here s.o.d crew we outta here we outta here money out the roof the mazerati coupe got me flexing down the highway everybody know I got the phantom in the drive way ..double cue 30 ice ain't nun but that muthah fuhkin sprite in my duble cup everywere I go I'm throwing money up. jucie mix tape got streets on fire ima keep sending shots till dez old nigguhs reitre. lil dre .

Kickstand [x3] all my nigguhs in the club on the dat Kickstand [x4 Repeat]

Yea u already no Tony on that kickstand trnna find out how much sweet a nigguh wil stand bitch u no I got that money sorta like uncle sam might as well get high pop a couple rozan say u wuna smoke I have tht kush rolled in rite instant and u already u no das a old fragrent yellow dimonds have all the bitches staring yeh I'm so first they think the nigguh is erregent dez flashy flashy waves man tht shit is aperrent..

Kickstand [x3] all my nigguhs in the club on the dat Kickstand [x4 Repeat]

U nigguhs thot it wus over but I'm not finished fall in the club bitch fuhkin up a ticket BLOWING ON THAT LOUD PAT we don't smoke no midgets drop top mazarati and yo bitch is in it nd the window tinted and I'm sippin kickstand never gave a fuhk cus I'm throwin bigband me and tony yo thas that simp set connect got that YGRN so u better show respect man u no I'm in yo town fuhkin up a check I throw the bands in this bitch and ima cut thet check and when it time for the beef ima grip thet tec nigguh no I'm showin off u no I'm gon splash got the juice in the booth widd ma nigguh con.. cash kale ko jones money gang fam I cant forget ma nigguh killah kam we stil trhowin bands the lamb between the man I been posted up so heavey on thet fuhkin kickstand dre be ma name but u can call me lil soulja been throw dez racks boy I thot tht I told ya back in panolla ride in tht drop had the lambo doors up mane dez shit do not stop...

Kickstand KickStand Kickstand.......

"King Music"


[Intro:]
Okay
Heey
Okay
Living like a king
Yuh

[Hook:]
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Wake up in the morning, gold on my ring
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Wake up in the morning, gold on my ring

Living like a king, living like a boss
Pull up to the club where I'm choppin O's
Pull up to the club and my watch glisten
Pull up to the club and my ruby glisten
Living like a king, sitting on my throne
Smoking on this kush so leave me alone
I be turnt up, not just in a song
I've been turnt up, I will get you gone
Living like a king, yea

[Hook:]
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Wake up in the morning, gold on my ring
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Wake up in the morning, gold on my ring

My son a prince and I'm a king
Ridin in that Maybach, I'm being chauffeured
Ridin with yo girl and she on my world
Take her to the palace, take her to the throne
King Soulja Beezy, man I'm on
Living like a king 'cause I do my thing
Let my jewelry bling, living like a king
Living like a king, yeah

[Hook:]
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Wake up in the morning, gold on my ring
Living like a king, living like a king
Living like a king, living like a king
Gold on my ring, gold on my ring
Living like a king yea

Man I flex hard, king like the court
Shout out to my, shout out to my squad
Pull up to the club, we ain't never ball
On that world tour, ridin with your girl
Living like a king, yea

"Kingpin Beezy"


Well if it isn't Mr. Beezy the Kingpin
Riding down my hood, in that yellow crown vet
All my niggas know that I got the Benz
I 'on want them niggas know what I'm reppin bitch
Same shit, nigga it's a majesty
On that fuckin hood, nigga rest in peace to Eazy E
Lil Soulja B, aka S.Beezy
Ridin' through my trap
Making it look so damn easy
My pockets looking lovely
Niggas on that paper chase
Caked up Soulja Boy, all about that grape swisher
I broke it down
Nigga up in my town we gettin' HIGH
Nigga know what it is
Nigga do or die
Young ass Beezy on that motherfuckin paper chase
Everytime I ride, you know ima get it straight
Niggas don't know bout that motherfuckin weapon
Come thru on your ass, when I tote that Smith-n-westin
In the mothafuckin club, show me love
They pouring up and playing all my music
SOD anthem, it's a party
Hoes on my dick, that's whats up
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with that lean in my cup
Double cup
Hold me up
Bottles of Rozay
She say she like that ciroc, that vodka
That's okay with me
Lil Dre, I'ma rep it how I post up
Niggas know what the fuck, empty tag on that old school
Nigga fuckin up that pro tools
No [?]
Niggas show me love when they see me on that slap
Young Soulja Boy, nigga know I'm goin in
Young ass nigga mane, came for the win
Young ass nigga in this mothafuckin blow
You can't trust these fuckin hoes, they will put you out
Fo'sho
Have you lookin crazy for that mothafuckin doe
Have you lookin crazy nigga
You cant trust them ladies nigga
Better tote your pistol
Niggas out to get you
Ridin with that tinted windows, nigga watch your spinners
Underneath the pillow, where the dope at
Police tryin to slow me up
Ridin thru my park like
"Nigga what the fuck"
Bustin at me, he's a bitch so I hit the po
Nigga knows whats up, I'm fuckin with the whole crew
Duffle bag birds in that back of that trunk
I don't hope I get caught, so I'm toting up the pump
Niggas know whats up
I'm Lucky.
Ridin thru my hood, police can't touch me
Everywhere I go nigga, I'm looking so clean
Red carpet on that shades, sippin on promynthazine
Young nigga on that paper chase, bout his fuckin doe
Everybody know, I got it for the low
Its that young ass nigga reppin SOD gang
S.Beezy just another day, all up on that paper chase
Young nigga pulled up and the hoes was on his cock
He had to watch out for them haters and them crooked cops
Them niggas want to see you down when you doing good
Got a million in the bank, well that's all good
They want to see you fall, they want to bust your ass
In my hood, ain't no love for your snitch ass
Nigga keep your mouth closed about that business
In the mothafuckin street, nigga please pay attention
I'm all about my love, show trust
Loyalty, with my fuckin 9 I will bust
Nigga know SOD, don't fuck with us
All about that paper chase
My nigga, we go gettas mane
You knowin where I'm at
Basefield, Mississippi
Got a couple real ass goons, and they with me
Reppin this shit 4 life, loyalty
Nigga I'm in beast mode, sticking in the streets
It's that love with that G-Code
Stuck it in, my partna did it big
7 years, I shed a lot of tears
Young ass nigga mane, all out that fuckin bag
70K cash, why would I laugh
Ima kick this shit, really
Its like I'm spitting life's facts
True story, you know about me
I climax
Niggas know I spit that real shit to the fiends
I'm a mothafuckin king, like a fell out a fuckin dream
R.I.P Eazy E

"Kiss Me Thru The Phone"
(feat. Sammie)



[Ad-Lib]
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
I'll see you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
SouljaBoyTellEm yeah you could be my bonnie
I could be your clyde
You could be my wife
Text me, call me, I need you in my life yeah
All that, everyday I need ya
And everytime I see ya my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can't

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
Baby, I been thinking lately
So much about you
Everything about you, I like it, I love it
Kissing you in public
Thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen
Talking on the phone
Baby you so sexy your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion
I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can't

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
She call my phone like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
We on the phone like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
We taking pics like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
She dial my number like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home