Home Sweet Home - Rev Run

Now me and D we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay

He was the baddest 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

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