Conejo, Bugsy 2 Guns - Homie Homie lyrics
[Conejo, Bugsy 2 Guns - Homie Homie lyrics]
Damn homie, these vatos they don't know me
Let's ride baby boy cuz I
Heard they're coming for me
Damn homie, these broads they don't know me
Let's get down baby girl cuz I
Heard you're coming for me
If you aren't from the hood
Then you get regulated
You go around town saying how Conejo hated
That's the mission fool
To break fools like you
You get banged on by a youngster after school
I show up to the barrio
Where the Tiny's are deep
In a black Monte Carlo, just me and my dogs
I see the ladies, small waist big ass
They wanna freak on Conejo and take me home
Damn homie, baby she don't know me
Got the bedroom eyes looking kind of lonely
Out the backdoor straight into the alley
I'ma show her how I do it and
There's nothing to it
And you get more bounce to this lethal ounce
Cuz I got the babydolls perro
Drunk and smoked out
You're mad at your girl cuz
She don't wanna come home
She wanna party with the gangsters
Till the break of dawn
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
That's sick, that's that gangster shit
Who got hynas doing their thing
Making a grip
Homie homie, nothing but game for the chips
Got them locked and loaded if you wanna trip
Hard times
Gotta be strong or there's no surviving
Catch me on the strip bumping oldies
Lowriding
No me importa, there's many ways to gain fame
Homie I'm restless until I rest in the grave
Blessing the stage
Worldwide they're showing me love
Babydolls at the spot afterwe rocked the club
Street life, gotta cope with this vida
Drinking on aguita, homie sangre de Sedira
Let it cruise, full mags for the haters
Wanna see the ladies bounce and
Cooking ounces in the craters
Gotta serve these fiends
Till the last day I'll ride
Homie homie tried to kill me but
You'll never kill my pride
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
Hold up homie, let me speak to these hynas
VIP section in the club
That's where they find us
She gave a lap dance but wanted
To give more than that
Told Bugsy where to meet her
And that was that
Serio dog, ese hit that too
A while back at the parque, autumn '92
Come on now, I'm from the City of Angels
Gots to get my issue in
This chamber of danger
Homie we close shop, just so we open again
Bugsy and Conejo gonna ride to the end
Shed the game, I heard they're coming for me
These some crazy ass streets
It all comes back homie homie
I'ma bounce, smoke another half ounce
And get the baddest broad cuz
I got more clout
Wake up before you get gunned down
Conejo and Bugsy, homie ese ask around
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
Conejo and Bugs that's right homie homie
That's the way it's going down ya estuvo
Let's ride baby boy cuz I
Heard they're coming for me
Damn homie, these broads they don't know me
Let's get down baby girl cuz I
Heard you're coming for me
If you aren't from the hood
Then you get regulated
You go around town saying how Conejo hated
That's the mission fool
To break fools like you
You get banged on by a youngster after school
I show up to the barrio
Where the Tiny's are deep
In a black Monte Carlo, just me and my dogs
I see the ladies, small waist big ass
They wanna freak on Conejo and take me home
Damn homie, baby she don't know me
Got the bedroom eyes looking kind of lonely
Out the backdoor straight into the alley
I'ma show her how I do it and
There's nothing to it
And you get more bounce to this lethal ounce
Cuz I got the babydolls perro
Drunk and smoked out
You're mad at your girl cuz
She don't wanna come home
She wanna party with the gangsters
Till the break of dawn
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
That's sick, that's that gangster shit
Who got hynas doing their thing
Making a grip
Homie homie, nothing but game for the chips
Got them locked and loaded if you wanna trip
Hard times
Gotta be strong or there's no surviving
Catch me on the strip bumping oldies
Lowriding
No me importa, there's many ways to gain fame
Homie I'm restless until I rest in the grave
Blessing the stage
Worldwide they're showing me love
Babydolls at the spot afterwe rocked the club
Street life, gotta cope with this vida
Drinking on aguita, homie sangre de Sedira
Let it cruise, full mags for the haters
Wanna see the ladies bounce and
Cooking ounces in the craters
Gotta serve these fiends
Till the last day I'll ride
Homie homie tried to kill me but
You'll never kill my pride
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
Hold up homie, let me speak to these hynas
VIP section in the club
That's where they find us
She gave a lap dance but wanted
To give more than that
Told Bugsy where to meet her
And that was that
Serio dog, ese hit that too
A while back at the parque, autumn '92
Come on now, I'm from the City of Angels
Gots to get my issue in
This chamber of danger
Homie we close shop, just so we open again
Bugsy and Conejo gonna ride to the end
Shed the game, I heard they're coming for me
These some crazy ass streets
It all comes back homie homie
I'ma bounce, smoke another half ounce
And get the baddest broad cuz
I got more clout
Wake up before you get gunned down
Conejo and Bugsy, homie ese ask around
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And life on the streets is way too real
You know homie homie that I know the deal
And that three strike law is just too real
Conejo and Bugs that's right homie homie
That's the way it's going down ya estuvo