Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Homeboy's Girlfriend, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Homeboy's Girlfriend |
| My nigga, C, he from Texas, I’m from Tennesee |
| We do our thang, with them thangs, makin' currency |
| He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans |
| He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends |
| Excellent profit got us livin' elegant |
| Laundrymat style washes away the evidence |
| Get on the plane every weekend and visit |
| I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis |
| Takin' the nigga clubbin', Embassy suites, and freaks |
| Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets |
| One weekend, I’m in his town, his crib |
| You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live |
| Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen |
| In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green |
| In walked the woman that was C’s fiancee |
| He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day |
| Her name was Angela, damn she was fine |
| I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind |
| Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill |
| She winked but I didn’t think the ho was for real |
| What am I, supposed to do? |
| When I’m takin' a chance, fuckin' with you |
| My homeboy’s girlfriend |
| Now if someone, found out about us |
| Then someone’s, gonna get fucked up |
| My homeboy’s grilfriend |
| The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams |
| Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend |
| What I, seen, straight took me by surprise |
| Angela half naked not tryin' to hide |
| She saw me lookin', but kept cookin' |
| What’s up with that? |
| Invitin' me to sit down, and said she’d be right back |
| I poured a glass of O.J. |
| and pulled up a seat |
| Angela came right back, and sat next to me |
| Kissed me on my cheek and said |
| (Oh you cute, I don’t know what it is, but it’s just something about you) |
| With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck |
| I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect |
| If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker |
| And ain’t no pussy gon' come between brothers |
| Lovers, we can’t be, cause that’s bad business |
| (Ball, you could have all of this, and there won’t be no witnesses) |
| All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick |
| Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it |
| Ended up fuckin' it |
| I guess I’m a weak man |
| It’s hard to understand my homeboy’s girlfriend |
| Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while |
| I can’t believe what just happned, man this shit too wild |
| If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me |
| And I ain’t the type of nigga that’s gonna feel guilty |
| Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back |
| C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack |
| Before he made it out the driveway good |
| Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood |
| On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore |
| I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more |
| An hour later, C walked through the door |
| Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear |
| I flew home the next day still reminiscing |
| Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs |
| This is a fuckin' trip man |
| I will never understand, my homeboy’s girlfriend |