Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homie Homie , by - Conejo. Release date: 23.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Homie Homie |
| Damn homie, these vatos they don’t know me |
| Let’s ride baby boy cuz I heard they’re coming for me |
| Damn homie, these broads they don’t know me |
| Let’s get down baby girl cuz I heard you’re coming for me |
| If you aren’t from the hood then you get regulated |
| You go around town saying how Conejo hated |
| That’s the mission fool, to break fools like you |
| You get banged on by a youngster after school |
| I show up to the barrio where the Tiny’s are deep |
| In a black Monte Carlo, just me and my dogs |
| I see the ladies, small waist big ass |
| They wanna freak on Conejo and take me home |
| Damn homie, baby she don’t know me |
| Got the bedroom eyes looking kind of lonely |
| Out the backdoor straight into the alley |
| I’ma show her how I do it and there’s nothing to it |
| And you get more bounce to this lethal ounce |
| Cuz I got the babydolls perro, drunk and smoked out |
| You’re mad at your girl cuz she don’t wanna come home |
| She wanna party with the gangsters till the break of dawn |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And life on the streets is way too real |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And that three strike law is just too real |
| That’s sick, that’s that gangster shit |
| Who got hynas doing their thing, making a grip |
| Homie homie, nothing but game for the chips |
| Got them locked and loaded if you wanna trip |
| Hard times, gotta be strong or there’s no surviving |
| Catch me on the strip bumping oldies, lowriding |
| No me importa, there’s many ways to gain fame |
| Homie I’m restless until I rest in the grave |
| Blessing the stage, worldwide they’re showing me love |
| Babydolls at the spot afterwe rocked the club |
| Street life, gotta cope with this vida |
| Drinking on aguita, homie sangre de Sedira |
| Let it cruise, full mags for the haters |
| Wanna see the ladies bounce and cooking ounces in the craters |
| Gotta serve these fiends, till the last day I’ll ride |
| Homie homie tried to kill me but you’ll never kill my pride |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And life on the streets is way too real |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And that three strike law is just too real |
| Hold up homie, let me speak to these hynas |
| VIP section in the club, that’s where they find us |
| She gave a lap dance but wanted to give more than that |
| Told Bugsy where to meet her and that was that |
| Serio dog, ese hit that too |
| A while back at the parque, autumn '92 |
| Come on now, I’m from the City of Angels |
| Gots to get my issue in this chamber of danger |
| Homie we close shop, just so we open again |
| Bugsy and Conejo gonna ride to the end |
| Shed the game, I heard they’re coming for me |
| These some crazy ass streets, it all comes back homie homie |
| I’ma bounce, smoke another half ounce |
| And get the baddest broad cuz I got more clout |
| Wake up before you get gunned down |
| Conejo and Bugsy, homie ese ask around |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And life on the streets is way too real |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And that three strike law is just too real |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And life on the streets is way too real |
| You know homie homie that I know the deal |
| And that three strike law is just too real |
| Conejo and Bugs |
| That’s right homie homie |
| That’s the way it’s going down |
| Ya estuvo |