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Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? (Who?) Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?) I don't know much but I gotta assume When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the next room [Chorus] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' bout rod dawgs of mine! Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! (that's my dawg) We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' bout road dawgs of mine! HOMIES! HOMIES! (Man that's my dawg)
Let me ask you this about this life we live And let me 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 in (Muthafucka) ? If you wasn't blood, would you still have love? Or infact 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, 3rd cousins' get outta here Who was you with when you got tattooed? (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? (Friends ya'll)
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker) All you can vision is ya'll beating him down Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball 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
