Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch the Homies , by - E-40. Release date: 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 |