The Homies
Tone-Lōc
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Hey, brother what's up
Hey, hi guys
Get ill, guest of the year swap me smooth to the place with Tone Loc say
Can we do it
Coming from to your life in Los Angeles California and we like to cool out and
We call this one the homie
Here we go
You ain't walking like a homie if it is
Show me
You're bobbing a skull oh boy you must not know
Me and my boy been thick and thin and
None of one of us is losing none of us wins l remember days early age junior high Gusto G winged off man the wing was fly
The stupid guilt we had man we used to police him search around the world
Couldn't find a better place of
Living better days to know it tried to scold me
Boom he got bum rushed (bum)
By the homie hey, (Gusto G, Suave smooth)
The homie (hey, hey) tell him tell him tell him
If you smell any smoke we just blaze and we're low
Suave and Gusto G tell him again
If you smell any smoke we just blaze and we're low
Suave and Gusto G
Ain't nothing like a homie when you need support
And especially if your pockets are short
You say I need a seat, no, my phone's flat
Here you go, homie, no hurry to pay you back
You know what I'm sayin', that's a true friend
And I will be my woman, homie, till the day it ends
But I don't give a fuck, I got my homeboys back
In case a sucker playin' king, he might get chapped
I'll always remember what my brother told me, said
'Look, hey, ain't nothin' like a homie'
Hey, hey, what's up, oh, ain't nothin' like a homie
Oh, put it down, here we go, tell em'
Now me and the homies been down since we could title
Now we blaze G and T-40 from a bottle
Sure as dawn, with the body in sack, yeah
Five minutes later, we fuck up and we back
Laughin' like a motherfucker, dissin' another sucker
Yeah, tried to get some, ran out of luck
'Cause once I get him up, nothin' just come hold me
You don't believe me?
Go ask the homie
Hell, talk about, talk about, talk about another homie
Hey, oh, oh
If you smell any smoke
We just blaze and we low
Suave Smooth and Gusto G (uf,uf)
If you smell any smoke
We just blaze and we low
Suave and Gusto G
Kick it
To the girls we know for knocking boots Africa
It's all friends of our roots we get to the club
With money like brink who put it on account in order everyone drinks and they will take a chance
And that's the girl need to dance it has the wrong dance
She need a happy laugh because
She just got tripped like a hole in the door the girl got fear
What you call me was the best about
What you told me said 'Look and see for one year homie'
Ha!
Which one of y'all did it it was Suave
It must have been Gusto, it must have been Wick
It wasn't Wick it could have been Winford
It could have been Jerry
It could have been Western
You know, it might have been Chris
It could have been choice what about egg Dog
It could have been Losey
It could have been George, it could have been Steve, it could have been my little cousin Bo, little Andy
It could have been Mike
It could have been MCO