Lyrics:
won't think twice homey
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
From Boyz N the Hood, to XXX 2
Everybody wanna know my next move
Fans all around say "We love you
dreamin', dreamin' (yeah)
One thing about it
I got love for you, homey
Two things about it
I'll take a slug for you, homey
Look at you now
You're a business
homey (Yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey (Yeah)
Nigga ask nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)
Nigga ask nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)
a thing
Only how you really gonna get deep into it
Is when one of your homeys die
Just like when my partnaz died
(we got some problems)
(chorus)
First we
on this one
It's one in the mornin'
Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, 'cause homey will not have it
Your ashes
Homey it's rainin'
Ten below zero
Kinda cold outside (Kinda cold outside)
Yes it is cold (Kinda cold outside)
Tornado, hurricane, and high tide
nigga
(I got you nigga I got you... aiyyo what's poppin homey?)
Wha 'gwan Magic? (Ain't nuttin I'm here chillin too y'know)
(I got good news and bad
at'cha on Sunday
One way, to do it, and that's the G way
I'm hittin switches for ya homey on the freeway
I know you caught a hot one (hot one)
Now
and I don't know what I'ma do
Come on through (come on through) so I can cum on you (cum on you)
Shit if the homey knew (if the homey knew) if the homey
the ghetto bird"
Now
My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
You're on your own
(Step on step on step on)
My man, my man, my brother, my homey yeah
(Step on step on step on)
A lesson learned, but told long
a freak
Put my homey up on game like a gangsta
But my homey fell in love and he banked her
Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist
Back in the county wit
on step on step on)
My man, my man, my brother, my homey yeah
(Step on step on step on)
A lesson learned, but told long ago
Keep enemies close, but
play homey!
Nah, on the real, press play!
Right NOW [echoes]
alarm is goin'
Saxophone is blowin'
Baby I been throwin' at the dancin' children
Everything's so phony
If you wanna phone me
You can be my homey
Give me
So go ahead and pirate, the highest
Cannons make you leak like pirated my shh
It's no shh, it's just shh like quiet
And big homey's out
Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club
We can do it at my house
My front door's open so homey's can bust it out
Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club
We can do it at my house
My front door's open so homey's can bust it out
Aye they be like damn homey (Damn)
See you really bout that bag
I chase bands homey (I Chase bands)
I dont really fuck wit no friends
I do Fam only
a gutter
Long Beach will get ya wets
The homey just whistled, gave us the signal
To act the fool with the pistols, pierce the gristle
One way out
of the night
I see you're crazy and so am I
You bled out red and blue
The boys of NYU, they saw you coming from miles away
Nothing is quite as homey, we
let him breathe
Gun downed in the streets jit sleep in peace
I close my eyes and say a prayer for my enemies
It's beauty in your struggle's homey
It's
s***
I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget
See the s*** I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought
good won't go platinum
Or even turn wood, sell the cassette
Your homey's tape deck gets wet
You my pet, my poodle chicken noodle's on the rise
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