Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homeboyz, artist - Gangsta. Date of issue: 12.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Homeboyz |
| Gangsta: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, |
| K-Mac: Comrads |
| Gangsta: nine-seven |
| Chorus: (Comrads) You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| 1980 when I been throwin it up |
| I put that on the hood I never been blowin it up Now I shoot craps where I shot marbles |
| I hit the corner in a Benz where I roll a Monte Carlo |
| Me and my same crew from BMX’s to Rolex’s and Lexus’s |
| (Pop Pop) who wanna flex with this |
| We tight? |
| bring the right clip |
| Got sent to the pen for strappin chickens on a white chick |
| 36 months of humps and drinkin 40's |
| Tryna get swole and come home with Motorolla |
| I do what I told ya Before I live like a trick I’d rather die like a souldier |
| Never snitched, never will |
| Never ran with a cat that ever squealed, |
| If he did then we would spill |
| Cuz we fold together, we share tone and we roll together, |
| And we down for whatever |
| Chorus: (Comrads) You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| Gangsta: |
| Bellin, with nothin but fellons |
| when it’s going down neeya, it ain’t no tellin |
| Big money, dreams, is down with the Cavi scene since a teen |
| You know what I mean? |
| European autos, black folks to win the lotto |
| Fully autos, gettin paid is my motto |
| Nine grad, to get my thangs I neva had |
| It ain’t much, fool mess around and get touched |
| Life a sin, I’m gettin phonies from the pen |
| My fanmail is from the county jail |
| Girls can talk slang, hoochie mamas is the whole thang |
| A ghetto star, from the Caviar |
| Before my video, I ran my city lok |
| Big diamonds shining, waiting for the time and light to grind |
| No more hard timing, |
| and I’m out taking mine, neeya! |
| Chorus: (Comrads) You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| K-Mac: |
| Ha ha, before you stands a man of prestige |
| Two-thousand dollar suits to bend these slacks fees |
| Only machine’ll burn amounts of cheese |
| Won’t stop 'till I buy a house next to Ice Ceez |
| Give my right hand to God, its on That’s why I’m out of town with these koochie playas workin so hard |
| Can’t sleep skip child 'till I paid in full |
| Hit the house sex his spouse and go bang the hood |
| Gangsta: |
| Fool you can take the boy out the hood |
| But you can’t take the hood out the homeboy, |
| So it’s on boy |
| Rough riders swervin impalas |
| Linen suits and boots, when I hollas at the white collars |
| Bangin executives |
| Now just imagin how much fear and respect we get |
| I gives a damn if I was living in the hills |
| I’d be scoping out my neighbor tryna take whats his and um Chorus: (Comrads) You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| You can take the boy out the hood, |
| But you cant take the hood out the homeboy |
| Gangsta: |
| Ha ha, yeah, parlayin on top of the hills, a, in chucks |
| Mind ya strilla, hits the curb |
| And lets see who’s got the most smiles, |
| westsiyeed! |