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