Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Homies, artist - Stomper. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For the Homies |
| Don’t let the light skin fool you nigga |
| This your real homeboy |
| Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community |
| As I sit down and I write this letter to my dear brother |
| Dear brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto you |
| In your time of persecution, dear brother |
| I pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health |
| I love you |
| For the mothfuckin hood and the ghetto |
| Ain’t nothin you need but a homie |
| For the homie, doin it tight, give you the shirt off of my back |
| For the homie I sing songs in fact |
| For the family, I’ll never forget you whatever you need |
| For the family, I’m walkin the streets, I know you see |
| For my momma, I’m doin it again — I’m doin the best that I can |
| Gotta love my father, he fathered a man, man, man |
| For my sister, I help you on out with the nephews |
| I do the best that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love |
| For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual kiss |
| For my brother, spiritual kisses sellin peace |
| One, collaborations only to spread that joy |
| One, for my father, the best homeboy |
| You can find me with my homies, I’ll never run |
| I’ll never hide from my homies, I’m down to ride |
| I’m down to die with all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers |
| Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we stayin up |
| My homies, they’re my young thug outlaws |
| Down for whatever when it’s on Jermaine makes his call |
| We miss you O.G., from the families locked away |
| Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay |
| All the rappers, who lost their life in the struggle |
| From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we’ll miss your hustle |
| The trouble, when the lights went out |
| It’s still a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt |
| Life of a vigilante, with the street authority |
| My homies are forever 'til, eternity |
| Enemies get bucked, trust no, man |
| I’m in the land where they bangin every kids on they hand |
| Propaganda, in this white man’s world |
| A devil’s reject, with a meth-amphetamine burn |
| The world turns, never leave you lonely |
| I’m your confidant, your one and only homie |
| My definition of a homie is a brother with pride |
| Therefore that I’ll always have your back not givin a care who’s down to ride |
| To never leave you astray, to put his life in front of yours |
| I’m havin a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours |
| Cause I’m a true blue thug, and I’m keepin it real |
| My dogs ain’t never given away, that’s what you call the real deal |
| As I poured a little liqour for, those who passed |
| My true, soldiers in the green the game of life and they crashed |
| My definition of a homie |
| My dogs ain’t never gonna leave me lonely |
| Straight riders, we ain’t no phonies |
| My criminal styles and Mr. Capone-E's |
| Straight ridin, through the city |
| Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty |
| Mr. Silent puts it down showin no pity |
| Rollin it up for all my homies that are with me, with me |