Homies

For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies My-my homies My homies My-my homeboy Well, you ask me what my definition of a homie is A friend 'til the end, but some start when you're kids Little traviesos that are always into something Doing something bad acting like they did nothing Well, here's a little story about a homie named Frankie Had another little homie that was down for hanky-panky Sort of like Spanky and Alfalfa, Little Rascals Doing what they doing getting away without a hassle Like going to the schoolyard for your late passes to class Cutting in lunch lines leaving other students last And strolling to the movies to see a rated R When mom's dropped them off it's where E.T would be the star Stealing was an issue that just could not be ignored Taking tapes and 45s from the local record store Being good kids to them was nothing but bologna 'Cause this is what you do when it's you and your homie Homies For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies My-my homies My homies My-my homeboy My situation with my homies wasn't all fun Sometimes sad sometimes bad, but had to have one I wouldn't change it for a thing 'cause it's priceless Your homies are your down, yup, can I get a righteous As kids, we saw, and we did what most kids never did Took my first swig chilling at my homies crib Searching for ways, so that we could make presidents Life was hard being a product of my residence But me being the youngest, I had to stay strong Mom's was my teacher cause pop's was already gone Hung out in the streets doing my own thing Living in the barrio, but I never gang banged Coming up was a must, growing up with who I grew up I found out just who I can trust Me, myself, and I not fronting like a phony I'm true to the game, and I'm down with my homies For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies My-my homies My homies My-my-my homeboy You wanna be my homie, well, hey, I'll tell you something Hanging with my crew doesn't really mean nothing Blabbing when I get all toured doing my songs You gonna want to kick it, well listen up here hommes It goes way back before you ever knew me I hung with my friends and not male groupies Just goes to show everybody where I'm coming from Hey yo, the break 'em off something So many people wanna hang now that I'm in the rap game They say that they're down when they don't even know my name Yo, I could say that I have many friends But a homie is true, through and through until the end And ain't a damn thing changed We're still hanging in the hood and doing the same thangs 'Cause I ain't one to be a phony I'm still true to the game, and I'm down with my homies For my homies My-my-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my homies My-my homies For my homies My-my homeboy For my home boy My-my home boy For my home boy My-my home boy My-my-my homies My-my homies My-my homies My homies My-my homeboy Well, I hope you enjoyed listening to the music as much as I enjoyed Playing it for you each and every night And we'll be back again sooner or later to play your favorite song Whatever it may be, the oldies but goodies continue with Auggie Boy