Tsu Surf - Free Da Homie lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Free Da Homie lyrics]
Now you twenty-two
Looking at a hundred years
Cause you ride like a couple
With a hundred gears
Like I told yeah, front line solider
I ride with four flats
As long as you be the motor
How I bring the bread as long
As you bring the toaster drive-bys a must
As long as you be the chauffeur
Promise I'mma hold yeah
Down like I'm s'posed to
Five years of fifty, but never your bit older
Your daughter getting straight A's
Your son getting big
Wifey said she loved you
I was shopping for the kids man
Death before the sign
It ain't no thing but me i ain't tripping
Cause I know you do the same for me
Walk four whole blocks spitting
Make it rain for me
If I die, shot a whole lot of pain for me
I put the money on your books
I gave your lawyer that butter
I see your soul sincerely
It's your brother from another
I'm hood
I hope you can feel me when you at boy
Remember when them brim niggas banged
Out the hat boy
Remember when I said I always
Had your back boy it was time to ride boy
I was already strapped boy
We came through 17 sliding
Looking for them niggas that
Was threatening the squadron
I was out the passenger
You was glove driving pull up and I got 'em
No thanks needed
I'm just doing what I could bro
You good bro
I could put that on the hood bro
And I still keep the Romo's
In the trunk cause real roasters ride
Keep your by he book clause
We was J and Pippin in the court
No apologies or regrets except getting caught
Whats a name had a baby, it fell off
I know you don't care
That's just something to jell off
Looking at a hundred years
Cause you ride like a couple
With a hundred gears
Like I told yeah, front line solider
I ride with four flats
As long as you be the motor
How I bring the bread as long
As you bring the toaster drive-bys a must
As long as you be the chauffeur
Promise I'mma hold yeah
Down like I'm s'posed to
Five years of fifty, but never your bit older
Your daughter getting straight A's
Your son getting big
Wifey said she loved you
I was shopping for the kids man
Death before the sign
It ain't no thing but me i ain't tripping
Cause I know you do the same for me
Walk four whole blocks spitting
Make it rain for me
If I die, shot a whole lot of pain for me
I put the money on your books
I gave your lawyer that butter
I see your soul sincerely
It's your brother from another
I'm hood
I hope you can feel me when you at boy
Remember when them brim niggas banged
Out the hat boy
Remember when I said I always
Had your back boy it was time to ride boy
I was already strapped boy
We came through 17 sliding
Looking for them niggas that
Was threatening the squadron
I was out the passenger
You was glove driving pull up and I got 'em
No thanks needed
I'm just doing what I could bro
You good bro
I could put that on the hood bro
And I still keep the Romo's
In the trunk cause real roasters ride
Keep your by he book clause
We was J and Pippin in the court
No apologies or regrets except getting caught
Whats a name had a baby, it fell off
I know you don't care
That's just something to jell off