Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Homiez, artist - Ice Cube.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Dead Homiez |
Up early in the morning, dressed in black |
Don’t ask why, 'cause I’m down in a suit and tie |
They killed a homie that I went to school with |
I tell ya life ain’t shit to fool with |
I still hear the screams of his mother |
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter |
And it’s getting to my temple |
Why is that the only time Black folks get to ride in a limo? |
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off |
And have some bodies hauled off |
But no, I pay my respects and I’m through |
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two |
And I wanna get blitz |
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce |
About a brother who had to be the one and only |
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez |
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown |
His mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown |
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted |
A framed picture, closed casket |
A single file line about 50 cars long |
All drivin' slow with their lights on |
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath |
What good is that when you’re six feet deep? |
I look at this shit and gotta think to myself |
And thank God for my health |
No one really ever know |
When it’s gonna be they family on the front row |
So I take everything slow, go with the flow |
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don’t know |
'Cause that’s what Pops told me |
But I wish he could have said it… to my dead homiez |
I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun |
Now it’s «Rest in Peace» after every one |
Except me, but I ain’t the one to front |
Seems like I’m viewin' a body after every month |
Plus, I knew him when he was yay big |
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig |
But somethin' ain’t right |
When it’s a tragedy, that’s the only time that the family’s tight |
Lovin' each other in a caring mood |
There’s lots of people and lots of food |
They say «Be strong» and you’re tryin' |
But how strong can you be when you see your pops cryin'? |
So that’s why I’m so dressed up |
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up |
And everyone is so phony |
Take a little time… to think about your dead homie |