Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Sh*t Without My Homeboyz, artist - Kurupt. Date of issue: 23.10.2012
Song language: English
I Ain't Sh*t Without My Homeboyz |
| A Soopafly/Daz production |
| Suckers! |
| (Daz) |
| How many real homeboys y’all got out there? |
| Can y’all count on one hand? |
| I can |
| Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas |
| Funky fresh in the flesh |
| Yeah |
| That’s what I’m talking about |
| Yo Kurupt, kick that! |
| (Kurupt) |
| I ain’t shit with out my homeboys |
| Although at times it seems |
| Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams |
| Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle |
| Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle |
| It’s complicated like a puzzle |
| Puzzle pieces and money double |
| ??? |
| really in trouble |
| I’ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots |
| Then get ghost by the most of y’all get? |
| gostic? |
| Get the fuck out of here! |
| Ain’t no body else I can call (who dat?) |
| Besides my motherfucking doggs |
| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |
| (Daz) |
| When there’s trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right |
| I ignite, the fire, marijuana get’s me higher |
| Always drinking and smoking Philly’s |
| Getting a nigga wild |
| Gettin paid, that’s my only desire |
| Big Style, Lil’Floss, Tray Dee and me K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye |
| Until then |
| I hope God don’t pass me by Every day I work harder to try |
| Never to fall |
| But I often rise! |
| Every day before I open my eyes |
| To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen |
| To my other homeboyz I won’t ever see again |
| Like gone in the wind |
| Like a lottery spin |
| When it comes down to it Nigga, who’s your foes and your friends? |
| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |
| (Crooked Eye) |
| So what could make a crook stay down for his troop |
| Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh? |
| What about the cops we hid from on the roof |
| Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof |
| We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root |
| We wasn’t supposed to make it our survival don’t compute |
| I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me We had navigator dreams and only bust money |
| We rise and we fall together, all together |
| We brawl and we ball together |
| Doggs forever |
| Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don’t stop! |
| Fuck around with one of the homies |
| Watch the glock pop! |
| One love and keep hollering back |
| We could split my last dollar in fact |
| Pop your collar to that |
| Crooked Eye need a whole click |
| And like folls and giblets |
| That’s some cold shit. |
| my nigga, some cold shit |
| (Soopafly) |
| Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit |
| When we ride together niggas be like Oh Shit! |
| Dogg Pound in the house, rockin the party |
| (lots of people) All night long! |
| Gettin high til the break of dawn |
| Chipped up like a cellular phone |
| Back up, watch it shine like chrome |
| And division when you in this shit |
| But together we can’t be fucked with, crush shit |
| Never settle for less then the plush shit |
| But still don’t forget when we was broke |
| About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke |
| Man, I can count on both hands |
| The different stands and planes |
| Niggaz took to make it better for the fam |
| We made our first five grand, was like god damn |
| New khakis and cortese |
| We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is Still clockin more biz |
| Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked |
| Soopafly ??? |
| and chucks, but I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |
| (overlapping last line, sung) |
| Please believe I ain’t shit without my homeboyz (and that’s real shit) |
| I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz (I ain’t shit without my homeboyz) |
| (Slip Capone) |
| Shit, not Capone |
| Real niggaz I knew before I was grown |
| A lot of motherfuckers died |
| But I’ma still ride |
| And represent the evil motherfuckin westside |
| It ain’t nothing but trues |
| Real niggaz that payed the dues |
| Picture me rollin with gay dudes |
| Nigga please, we g’s and dress like we serve keys |
| On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g’s |
| Down to die for each other |
| Cause you and I for each other |
| In a gangster matrimony we brothers |
| Can’t nothing seperate gang |
| We ganged from intiation to marks |
| Fuck around and catch she sparks |
| Cause see no gangsta gang |
| That I motherfuckin claim |
| Run? |
| siegal, money mack,? |
| and mack is you man |
| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |
| (Chorus til fade) |
| I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz |
| Please believe I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |