Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch the Homies, artist - E-40.
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Watch the Homies |
I woke up this morning, took a piss, then brushed my teeth |
Then I hopped my pimpin' ass in that water |
Threw on some designer and then I reached for my Patek |
Put that drip around my neck like a flea collar |
All I know is gouda, and I stay with protection |
In case a sucka muthafucka get to flexin' |
If them fools get in my business and they askin' me questions |
I ain’t about to do no tellin' or confessin' |
My grind is aggressive, it ain’t no draggin' my feet |
It ain’t no pumpin' my brakes, mayne, my family gotta eat |
I don’t know everything, but I know enough |
I know it’s sick out here and they’ll call your bluff |
A daily shooting liable to come outta nowhere |
In California they don’t play fair |
They’ll do a walk-by in front day care |
They’ll use a little baby as a human shield |
When it comes to gettin' they mans they don’t care who get killed |
OOOUH! |
The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies) |
Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me) |
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Watch 'em! |
BIATCH! |
You wanna wallow with the hogs, or fly with the eagles? |
Slow it down and vibe wit' ya people (Ride wit' ya people) |
He who, moves fast is destined to fall victim |
To niggas, who was plottin' to catch him slippin' |
Listen, it’s a whole lotta wisdom being given for free |
By OG’s that done lived this |
Hear this, the whole hood full of zombies |
Walkin' around this bitch tryna take something from me |
It’s all about the money |
As I sit back and reminisce on how it done me |
One minute it’s all good wit' ya potna (Wit' ya potna) |
The next minute we tryna figure out who shot ya (Who shot ya?) |
Been the homeboy since day one wit' it |
Used ride him in the Maybach tinted |
And that’s different, wonder what happened |
This nigga played you, I woulda zapped him |
The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies) |
Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me) |
Gotta watch my back (Gotta watch my back, mayne) |
Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Watch 'em! |
BIATCH! |
It’s a different ballgame I’ll have you know |
Nowadays they don’t care how many niggas you killed 20 years ago |
They’ll body the body man for some dough |
Toe-tag the body man that bodied the body man’s toe |
Surgical gloves — no fingerprints, no evidence |
Hyenas and baby cubs staking out your residence |
Ready to get 'em somethin' and turn 'em into skeletons |
Did they homework, got intel and intelligence |
It’s murkish, it’s spooky like a Steven Spielberg movie |
No unity in the community, just funerals, wakes, and eulogies |
Everybody sick, it’s going around |
And blind people ain’t the only one with a stick, it’s goin' down |
Catastrophic conditions, disaster and destruction |
Makin' the wrong decisions and not reading the instructions’ll |
Get you caught in a Catch 23, not Catch 22 |
Them 7−6-2's'll go right through you, BIATCH! |
The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies) |
Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me) |
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies) |
Watch 'em! |
BIATCH! |
It’s sick out here, mayne |
I just give it to 'em straight, not fake |
I don’t trust none of these niggas |
I’m out here with the crabs in the buckets, walkin' snakes |
All these niggas do is infiltrate, phone pimp, and hate |
Jealous ass muthafuckas, two-faceded, backstabbin' ass niggas |
Lazy muthafuckas ain’t got no morals and respect for their muthafuckin' mama |
You fuckers! |
I don’t like none of you niggas |
Nigga, I could see right through you like Scotch Tape |