- Vontel 4 My Homies 歌詞
- Roger Troutman Vontel
- 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 96 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(This is for my homie)
This is for my G's(my G, yeah-yeah)
Tell 'em baby, you can make 'em understand
You can make 'em understand(This is for my homies)
This is for my G's(Homies, for my G's)
See I understand because I'm an OG myself
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