Paroles
Got a lead box, where you at?
You the homie fucked up
What?
You the homie that lost all love
Why?
You the homie
that had to grind me
You can talk all that shit but you know where to find me
I'm the homie in the lot
Cut off leads, creased up with the one size
I'm the homie in the tea
You the homie that your homie be like
Where the tea at?
I'm the homie putting word
Upstate feds, you the homie doing the king's word
I'm the homie, you're the homies
I fuck a real cheese
You a point, don't wrap it bologna
I'm the one that got it locked
Sugar boom boom got me here, that boy Vegas now
I'm the one that make it clap
Up on st
age, nothing good
Vegas putting wack
And the blues I say
And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And the block say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm the homie that you love to hate
I'm the homie
that's still on drugs
No I ain't
I'm the homie you in the backseat
Backseat
With your wifey
Wifey
Making it work like an athlete
I'm the homie, you're the homie
I'm bald, head tatted up, got a ton of PC's on me
I'm the homie in the club
Club
41 on stage a
nd I'm still getting groupie love
I'm the homie on the block
Block
65 caddy packed out with them pill shots
I'm the homie leading sideways
If you do the speed, let me get the fuck outta my way
I'm the homie in the studio
Thanks again, bashing out on the mo
vie, bro
I'm the homie keep a good circle
My color stay blue, but the gray boy do wear purple
Purple
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
James Williams
Blue Pie Productions USA LLC