Homies

Lemme ask you this about this life we live
And lemme try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant-ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much, why don't they just call you? (Motherfucker!)

If you wasn't blood, would you still have the love,
Or 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 then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning?

Who loans you money, homie, who owes you cash?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass?
I don't know much, but I gotta assume,
When you hit your first neden, your homies was with you.

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

Have you ever had a job that you truly despised,
Like, I don't know, maybe dishwashing, or fuckin' flippin' fries,
And you got this boss who think he's the Don Mega
Because he's the head manager (Chief chili-fry Maker).
All you can vision is y'all beating him down,
Your homies standing on his back while you're kicking his head around.
But responsibility is there, I can't lie
Though I'd'a been plucked his fuckin' eyeball out with a chicken bone.
I'm crazy as fuck, I'll rip your piercings off,
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft.

When you snuck the car out, who did you get?
And when you got color, who'd you blame the shit?
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls?
Homies, I'm talkin' bout like you and yours!

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Runnin' with my homies 'til I'm old like Grady)

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose,
And if you step to one of us, you better step to the whole crew.
I never knew that I could depend,
That I could have some friends
Who's down to the very end.
Well, that's my homeboy, excuse me, my family,
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy.
The sky's the limit, and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride, then you know I'm with it.

Puff it and pass it, then I give it to my homies, y'all.
Hit it and quit it, then I give it to my homies, y'all.
I got the world around my finger with my homies, y'all,
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call.
We worldwide, we're homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Michael Jackson "Beat It" jacket.
They got my back like a tat, for that I love y'all,
Hangin' 'til we old and gray like grampas.

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Runnin' with my homies 'til I'm old like Grady)

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Swingin' hatchets on the daily, with my crew, actin' crazy)