The Homies

Hey, brother what's up

Hey, hi guys

Get ill, guest of the year swap me smooth to the place with Tone Loc say

Can we do it

Coming from to your life in Los Angeles California and we like to cool out and

We call this one the homie

Here we go

You ain't walking like a homie if it is

Show me

You're bobbing a skull oh boy you must not know

Me and my boy been thick and thin and

None of one of us is losing none of us wins l remember days early age junior high Gusto G winged off man the wing was fly

The stupid guilt we had man we used to police him search around the world

Couldn't find a better place of

Living better days to know it tried to scold me

Boom he got bum rushed (bum)

By the homie hey, (Gusto G, Suave smooth)

The homie (hey, hey) tell him tell him tell him

If you smell any smoke we just blaze and we're low

Suave and Gusto G tell him again

If you smell any smoke we just blaze and we're low

Suave and Gusto G

Ain't nothing like a homie when you need support

And especially if your pockets are short

You say I need a seat, no, my phone's flat

Here you go, homie, no hurry to pay you back

You know what I'm sayin', that's a true friend

And I will be my woman, homie, till the day it ends

But I don't give a fuck, I got my homeboys back

In case a sucker playin' king, he might get chapped

I'll always remember what my brother told me, said

'Look, hey, ain't nothin' like a homie'

Hey, hey, what's up, oh, ain't nothin' like a homie

Oh, put it down, here we go, tell em'

Now me and the homies been down since we could title

Now we blaze G and T-40 from a bottle

Sure as dawn, with the body in sack, yeah

Five minutes later, we fuck up and we back

Laughin' like a motherfucker, dissin' another sucker

Yeah, tried to get some, ran out of luck

'Cause once I get him up, nothin' just come hold me

You don't believe me?

Go ask the homie

Hell, talk about, talk about, talk about another homie

Hey, oh, oh

If you smell any smoke

We just blaze and we low

Suave Smooth and Gusto G (uf,uf)

If you smell any smoke

We just blaze and we low

Suave and Gusto G

Kick it

To the girls we know for knocking boots Africa

It's all friends of our roots we get to the club

With money like brink who put it on account in order everyone drinks and they will take a chance

And that's the girl need to dance it has the wrong dance

She need a happy laugh because

She just got tripped like a hole in the door the girl got fear

What you call me was the best about

What you told me said 'Look and see for one year homie'

Ha!

Which one of y'all did it it was Suave

It must have been Gusto, it must have been Wick

It wasn't Wick it could have been Winford

It could have been Jerry

It could have been Western

You know, it might have been Chris

It could have been choice what about egg Dog

It could have been Losey

It could have been George, it could have been Steve, it could have been my little cousin Bo, little Andy

It could have been Mike

It could have been MCO