The Homies

I got a bunch of niggas with me, we trying to get rich

So when I walk up in this muthafucka, watch your bitch

See that new black Benz? That's not your shit

It's no squares in my circle so you not gon' fit

And that's J three on fire, he not no bitch

So if you say something wrong he might pop your shit

Man the girls just like me, I'm not no pimp

I swear she give good head but she ain't got no sense

If I see the cops coming, I'm a hop your fence

I'm from Crenshaw and King nigga, I'm not no snitch

Yea that look like me, but you ain't got no prints

All your nigga make songs but he ain't got no hits

He got signed in '09 why he ain't drop no disc

I would have Dodgin' on that, no White Sox on this

Shit I heard Funkflex say that "Pac ain't shit"

And I hope when you see him that he slap your mouth

Don't be looking for me nigga, I'm at your house

Real early in the morning 'fore you back on out

They got camera's in the club so we act on out

And I'm that nigga they be askin' about

I got a bunch of niggas with me, we trying to get paid

The more money I spend, the less money I save

The more money I got, the more honeys I blaze

But don't let these nice clothes get you carried away

I'm from the place where cousin Harold trying to floss that Beamer

Right down on 43rd, right across from the cleaners

You can hear the DPG bumpin through your speakers

And if you get close enough, you might smell that reefer

It's four niggas in a car, get high as the bleachers

And if they don't fuck with you, I can't fuck with you eather

My niggas go to Vegas, so we stay at The Seasons

Like guess who I saw nigga you wouldn't believe it

I might have done some things that you wouldn't agree with

I might have got head from the girl that you live with

I might have just fucked the girl you wanted to be with

I got on my dark shades nigga I can't see shit