| Damn homie, these vatos they don’t know me
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| Let’s ride baby boy cuz I heard they’re coming for me
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| Damn homie, these broads they don’t know me
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| Let’s get down baby girl cuz I heard you’re coming for me
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| If you aren’t from the hood then you get regulated
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| You go around town saying how Conejo hated
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| That’s the mission fool, to break fools like you
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| You get banged on by a youngster after school
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| I show up to the barrio where the Tiny’s are deep
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| In a black Monte Carlo, just me and my dogs
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| I see the ladies, small waist big ass
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| They wanna freak on Conejo and take me home
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| Damn homie, baby she don’t know me
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| Got the bedroom eyes looking kind of lonely
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| Out the backdoor straight into the alley
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| I’ma show her how I do it and there’s nothing to it
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| And you get more bounce to this lethal ounce
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| Cuz I got the babydolls perro, drunk and smoked out
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| You’re mad at your girl cuz she don’t wanna come home
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| She wanna party with the gangsters till the break of dawn
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And life on the streets is way too real
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And that three strike law is just too real
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| That’s sick, that’s that gangster shit
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| Who got hynas doing their thing, making a grip
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| Homie homie, nothing but game for the chips
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| Got them locked and loaded if you wanna trip
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| Hard times, gotta be strong or there’s no surviving
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| Catch me on the strip bumping oldies, lowriding
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| No me importa, there’s many ways to gain fame
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| Homie I’m restless until I rest in the grave
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| Blessing the stage, worldwide they’re showing me love
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| Babydolls at the spot afterwe rocked the club
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| Street life, gotta cope with this vida
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| Drinking on aguita, homie sangre de Sedira
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| Let it cruise, full mags for the haters
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| Wanna see the ladies bounce and cooking ounces in the craters
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| Gotta serve these fiends, till the last day I’ll ride
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| Homie homie tried to kill me but you’ll never kill my pride
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And life on the streets is way too real
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And that three strike law is just too real
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| Hold up homie, let me speak to these hynas
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| VIP section in the club, that’s where they find us
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| She gave a lap dance but wanted to give more than that
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| Told Bugsy where to meet her and that was that
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| Serio dog, ese hit that too
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| A while back at the parque, autumn '92
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| Come on now, I’m from the City of Angels
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| Gots to get my issue in this chamber of danger
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| Homie we close shop, just so we open again
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| Bugsy and Conejo gonna ride to the end
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| Shed the game, I heard they’re coming for me
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| These some crazy ass streets, it all comes back homie homie
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| I’ma bounce, smoke another half ounce
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| And get the baddest broad cuz I got more clout
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| Wake up before you get gunned down
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| Conejo and Bugsy, homie ese ask around
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And life on the streets is way too real
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And that three strike law is just too real
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And life on the streets is way too real
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| You know homie homie that I know the deal
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| And that three strike law is just too real
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| Conejo and Bugs
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| That’s right homie homie
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| That’s the way it’s going down
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| Ya estuvo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homie, Homie, artist - Conejo. Album song The City of Angeles : Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп