Homies Songtext

Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to square some of this attention you give
Take them distance assed relatives over in Ham gimmick
If they really missed you such much why didn't they call you motherfucker?
If you weren't blood would you still have love?
In fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look I probably love my family more than anybody here but my homies are family too third cousins get outta here

Who was you with when you got tattooed
And who was you trippin with when you did them mushrooms
And who the fuck threw up all over your car
And felt worse about that shit in the morning

(Friends y'all)

Who loans you money homie?
Who loans you cash?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass?
I don't know much but I've gotta assume, that when you hit your first net that your homies were singing through

I'm talking 'bout homies, homies
Talking bout Road Doggs up high
(Oh motherfuckin' homies, homies)
Throw down a clown love sign
(Juggalo homies, homies)
Talking 'bout Road Doggs up high
(Homies, homies)

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dishwashin' or fuckin' flippin fries.
Then you got this boss, who think he the dime mega, because he the head manager, chief chili fry maker.
All you can vision is y'all beatin' him down.
Your homies standing at your back while your kickin' his head around.
But responsibility is there I can't lie,
I wudda been pluckin' his fuckin' eyeball out wit a chicken bone.
Crazy as fuck, I rip your piercings off, and now my homies are holdin' me back so I don't look soft.

When we snuck a cow out, who did you get?
And when you got colour who'd ya blame the shit?
Who can you let relax while you scratch your balls?
Homies, I'm talkin' bout oh here we go

I'm talking 'bout homies, homies
Talking bout Road Doggs up high
(Oh motherfuckin' homies, homies)
Throw down a clown love sign
(Juggalo homies, homies)
Talking 'bout Road Doggs up high
(Homies, homies)

You know life when you can, fuck on
(I'm comin from, from everyone)
You know life when you can, fuck on
(I'm comin' from, from everyone)

Me an' my homies stay tight like a noose
And if step to you one of us you btter step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end
But that's my homeboys, excuse my, my family, and when we conquer the world we mackin on the galaxy (biatch)
The sky's the limit and we aint finished, and if my homies gonna ride then you know I'm with it.

Puff it an' pass it, an' I'll give it to my homies y'all
Hit it and quit it, an' I'll give it to my homies y'all
I got the world around my finger with my homies y'all
An' everythin' is obsolete until I hear my homies call

We're worldwide, we're homies 'cross the planet.
Stayin' together like zippers on a Michael Jackson 'Beat It' jacket.
They got my back like a tat and I love y'all
We're hanging till we're old an' grey like Gran Saw

I'm talking 'bout homies, homies
Talking bout Road Doggs up high
(Oh motherfuckin' homies, homies)
Throw down a clown love sign
(Juggalo homies, homies)
Talking 'bout Road Doggs up high
(Homies, homies)

You know life when you can...fuck on

I'm talking 'bout homies, homies
Talking bout Road Doggs up high
(Oh motherfuckin' homies, homies)
Throw down a clown love sign
(Juggalo homies, homies)
Talking 'bout Road Doggs up high
(Homies, homies)

You know life when you can...fuck on
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