DOM KENNEDY - The Homies lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - The Homies lyrics]
I got a bunch of niggas with me
We trying to get rich
So when I walk up in this muthafucka
Watch your bitch
See that new black Benz? Thats not your shit
It's no squares in my circle
So you not gon' fit
And that's J three on fire, he not no bitch
So if you say something wrong
He might pop your shit
Man the girls just like me, im not no pimp
I swear she give good head but
She ain't got no sense
If I see the cops coming
I'mma hop your fence
I'm from Crenshaw and King nigga
I'm not no snitch yea that look like me
But you ain't got no prints
Oh your nigga make songs but
He ain't got no hit's
He got signed in '09 why
He ain't drop no disc
I would have Dodgin' on that
No White Sox on this
Shit I heard Funkflex say
That ''Pac ain't shit''
And I hope when you see him
That he slap your mouth
Don't be looking for me nigga
Im at your house
Real early in the morning 'fore
You back on out
They got camera's in the club
So we act on out
And im that nigga they be askin' about
I got a bunch of niggas with me
We trying to get paid
The more money I spend, the less money I save
The more money I got, the more honeys I blaze
But don't let these nice clothes
Get you carried away
I'm from the place where cousin Harold
Trying to floss that Beamer
Right down on 43rd
Right across from the cleaners
You can hear the DPG
Bumpin through your speakers
And if you get close enough
You might smell that reefer
It's four niggas in a car
Getting high as the bleachers
And if they don't fuck with you
I can't fuck with you either
My niggas go to Vegas
So we stay at The Seasons
Like guess who I saw nigga
You wouldn't believe it
I might have done some things
That you wouldn't agree with
I might have got head from the
Girl that you leave with
I might have just fucked the girl
You wanted to be with
I got on my dark shades
Nigga I can't see shit
We trying to get rich
So when I walk up in this muthafucka
Watch your bitch
See that new black Benz? Thats not your shit
It's no squares in my circle
So you not gon' fit
And that's J three on fire, he not no bitch
So if you say something wrong
He might pop your shit
Man the girls just like me, im not no pimp
I swear she give good head but
She ain't got no sense
If I see the cops coming
I'mma hop your fence
I'm from Crenshaw and King nigga
I'm not no snitch yea that look like me
But you ain't got no prints
Oh your nigga make songs but
He ain't got no hit's
He got signed in '09 why
He ain't drop no disc
I would have Dodgin' on that
No White Sox on this
Shit I heard Funkflex say
That ''Pac ain't shit''
And I hope when you see him
That he slap your mouth
Don't be looking for me nigga
Im at your house
Real early in the morning 'fore
You back on out
They got camera's in the club
So we act on out
And im that nigga they be askin' about
I got a bunch of niggas with me
We trying to get paid
The more money I spend, the less money I save
The more money I got, the more honeys I blaze
But don't let these nice clothes
Get you carried away
I'm from the place where cousin Harold
Trying to floss that Beamer
Right down on 43rd
Right across from the cleaners
You can hear the DPG
Bumpin through your speakers
And if you get close enough
You might smell that reefer
It's four niggas in a car
Getting high as the bleachers
And if they don't fuck with you
I can't fuck with you either
My niggas go to Vegas
So we stay at The Seasons
Like guess who I saw nigga
You wouldn't believe it
I might have done some things
That you wouldn't agree with
I might have got head from the
Girl that you leave with
I might have just fucked the girl
You wanted to be with
I got on my dark shades
Nigga I can't see shit