Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juggalo Homies, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Date of issue: 01.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Juggalo Homies |
| I know you ain’t there |
| That’s why I just want to let you know something bro |
| You all know I love you |
| You all know you’re my homies |
| And eh, alright we’ll talk later, peace |
| Let me ask you this about this life we live |
| And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give |
| To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner |
| If they really missed you so much |
| Why don’t they just call in |
| If you wasn’t blood, would you still have love? |
| Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love? |
| Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here |
| But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here |
| Who was you with when you got tattooed? |
| And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms? |
| And who the fuck threw up all over your car? |
| And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? |
| (Friends ya’ll) |
| Who loaned you money, homie? |
| Who owes you cash? |
| (Who?) |
| Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? |
| (Who?) |
| I don’t know much but I gotta assume |
| When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the next room |
| We talkin' about homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Our motha fuckin' homies, homies |
| We throwin' up clown love signs |
| (Real Juggalo) |
| Homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Homies, homies |
| (Man, that’s my dawg) |
| Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? |
| Like I don’t know maybe dish washin' or fuckin' flippin' fries |
| And you got this boss who thinks he’s the Don Mega |
| Because he the head manager |
| (Chief Chili Fry Maker) |
| All you can vision is ya’ll beating him down |
| Your homies standing on his back |
| While you kicking his head around |
| But responsibility is there, I can’t lie tho' |
| I’d of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone |
| I’m crazy as fuck, I’ll rip your piercings off |
| And now my homies are holding me back so I don’t look soft |
| When you snuck the car out who did you get? |
| (Who?) |
| And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? |
| (Who?) |
| Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? |
| (Who?) |
| Homies, I’m talking about like you and yours |
| We talkin' about homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Our motha fuckin' homies, homies |
| We throwin' up clown love signs |
| (Real Juggalo) |
| Homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| (Yeah, Yeah) |
| Homies, homies |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| Me and my homies stay tight like a noose |
| And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew |
| I never knew that I could depend |
| That I could have some friends that’s down to the very end |
| Well, that’s my homeboys, excuse me, my family |
| And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy |
| 'Cuz sky’s the limit and we ain’t finished |
| And if my homies gonna ride, ya know I’m with it |
| Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya’ll |
| Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya’ll |
| I got the world around my finger with my homies ya’ll |
| And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call |
| We world wide were homies across the planet |
| Sticking together like zippers on a Michael Jackson |
| «Beat it jacket» |
| They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya’ll |
| Hanging till we old and gray like grandpa’s |
| (Psychopathic) |
| We talkin' about homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Our motha fuckin' homies, homies |
| We throwin' up clown love signs |
| (Real life Juggalo) |
| Homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Homies, homies |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| Keep it in your click, fuck the outside, baby |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| Runnin' with the homies until I’m old like Grady |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| Keep it in your click, fuck the outside, baby |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy |
| We talkin' about homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| Our motha fuckin' homies, homies |
| We throwin' up clown love signs |
| (Real life Juggalo) |
| Homies, homies |
| Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine |
| (Juggalo homies) |
| Homies, homies |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |
| If you don’t like me, you can fuck off |
| Carnival ain’t for everyone |