4 My Homiez (feat. Roger Troutman)

Me and my homie used to be the coolest back in the days when we ruled

Those that decided to follow us thought it was cool

Stealin' from the corner store, me and the homies had a motto

Whatever you get, run out, go back, and get some more

We used to bomb cars, in every town we got caught or got in trouble

Moms would break on ours

All the homies, we was real tight

Like for example three of us and one hoochie

We all be stickin' on the same night

Growin' up together, know each other's past

If we ever need backup for whatever, be down to mash

Homies for life, everybody growed up

Some in the pen, couple dead, couple blowed up

Always remember where you came from

And never forget the homies that was all up

On your side when you was in deep

So this is dedicated to my G's

Another track for the homies, givin' love by all means

This is for my homie

This is for my G's (this is for my G's, oh, yeah)

This is for my homies (homies)

This is for my G's (all my G's)

So much money to make, so many women to break

When we dropped out of school was that a playa's mistake?

Moms moved to the other side

These racist people, man I hated that life and I ain't never lied

Had to struggle for our own good

Watch my homies and my G's turn from thugs to fiends in their own hood

It's a shame what we put our momma through

Knowin' fools don't care on who they bring the drama too

Life for you has always been a case of taboo

40 ounces, SK's, and a stick of bamboo

Thought you knew that life is too short

Homies either dead, locked up, or they twisted with this wicked court

My G's coming up short, with no support

From their own kind, yet we pay it no mind

And ninety sheeps pray we all rest in peace

'Cause the streets make the fighters and priests

This for my G's and my homies

This is for my homie (this is for my homies, yeah)

This is for my G's (for my G's)

This is for my homies

This is for my G's (for my G's)

Shoo-bee-doo-bop my homies

Shoo-bee-doo-bop

Talk 'bout my homies, my G's

Shoo-bee-doo-bop bop bop

Shoo-bee-doo-bop

Talk about my homies, 'bout my G's

This is for my, for my G's

Yes it is, all my G's, yeah

This is for my homies, yeah

I remember we was little boys steady fightin' each other

Then we grow up and down to die for one another

I love ya like you's the son of my mother

But now in '97 you's a bad mother

We need indeed to be more concerned

'Cause if you play up in the fire then you gonna get burned

I ain't one to preach because I need to be reached

It's a lot of brothers dead, west, south, to the east

I didn't know Pac or Biggie Smalls, but I loved y'all

For the love of the game, in Jesus' name

We pray that everyday can be a good day

Still brothers die by the blast of the AK

Let the kids know that it ain't all good

Hoo-riding on another brother neighborhood

Get your keys at ease and don't be phony

This is for the real, my one and only homie

Yes I heard it through the grapevine

You're gonna need your brother some day, yeah

Yes I do, yes I do

Said I heard it through the grapevine

You're gonna need your brother some day

Need your G, need your G

This is for my homie, my G, yeah-yeah

Tell 'em baby, you can make 'em understand

You can make 'em understand

Homies, for my G's

See I understand because I'm an OG myself