A homeboy is somebody got your back you right or wrong Somebody that you for what you are Not what you got on, you can do for them If you lucky enough to have then You what I'm talkin bout
1:
Friends, how many of us have And not that The chances of meeting someone these days you can is skinny But, it seems really ain't a damn thing you can do Cause the seventies, it seems everybody been rolling with a crew A team, a gang, a posse, or type-a click And if firm ain't thick Then your becomes vixed Be extra or the ones you call your partna Cause what really is, is a busta out to rob ya And, be weary of strangers bearing God and gifts And a wolf in clothing Cause some of y'all knowing Me and you go like roaches in the projects And, we done through things they still ain't even thought of yet A homie is hard to come by But most you get done by the ones you trust most So, I raise a toast To my tried and tested, and up for real dose yourself some exol, this ones here for you, loc
Chorus: coolio, montell
I don't fly on air, walk on (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Uh, but, I'm damn sure partner (ooh-ooh-ooh) You can on me to the end (oh-yeah) and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (you can me homeboy) If I got a quarter, you got a dime (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, I'll watch yours, nigga You can me homeboy (call me homeboy)
2:
Now I met a lot of haters in my lifetime That I would of smoked if I of had a tek 9 But, I stand as a man, and I'm free to say I'm hella that my momma didn't raise me that way And the homies I grew up Locs I threw up Is the kind of that you don't want to buck with Why does it that the good brothers die And the evil brothers And and multiply Pass the hennessey to the left hand Want many dirt for the homies that expired I hope you rest in And, when it's for my release I'll meet you at the dippin in the low-low But, then i'ma keep my rolls slow My on tight, and stay rollin with the 4-0 This is comin from the one and And like mc shan said, "i'll leave you lonely"
Chorus: coolio, montell
I fly on air, walk on water (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure partner (ooh-ooh-ooh) You can on me to the end (oh-yeah) and thin, nigga You can me homeboy (you can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter you got a dime (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can me homeboy (call me homeboy)
3:
Me and you is like And everybody that we go back to back And we go toe to toe Comin from the Where the run thick Where brothers either bang or try to a grip I cross my and hope to die I lie I run out on Anywhere or Me and my homies don't get with that he say, she say But, if you've lost recieve a ass whippin with your instant replay Or, deckin like So, show respect when respect is given to you And, watch out for the too curve And fools who got the To pretend they was down When last month they wadn't even West coast, east coast, and My homies in the pen, and my homies that lived and I'm still the same little nappy head from the eastside And, you can me homeboy
coolio, montell jordan
I fly on air or walk on water (or walk on water, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure partner (ooh-ooh-ooh) You can on me to the end (oh-yeah) Thick and thin, You can me homeboy (you can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter you got a dime (if I got a then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then watch yours (watch my back, then watch yours, yours) You can call me (call me homeboy) I don't fly on air, on water (iiii, don't walk on water, no) You can on me till the end (count on me till the end, oh-yeah) and thin (thick and thin) You can me homeboy (call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a (if I got a then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no what the time (call me up no matter the time) If you (if you) (watch my back, watch yours, yours) You can me homeboy (call me homeboy) (you can me homeboy, boy, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (I got back, ooh-ooh-ooh) (you can me homeboy) (you can me homeboy)