Matt Dike - The Homies (On Tilt Mix) lyrics

[Tone Loc] Orlanda... fat-a** Honda The homies! The homesssss Now what we talkin 'bout, yo tell 'em The homies! Heyyyyy What we talkin 'bout, everybody lemme hear you say The homies! Youuuuuuuuuu The homies, the homies Ain't nuttin like a homey, if it is show me You're puffin that skunk, homeboy you musta known me Me and my boys been through thick and thin And if one of us is losin, none of us win I remember days early 80's, junior high Triple A, Wink Dog, Custom G, we was fly The stupid groupie, man we used to please her All around the world couldn't find a better pleaser You used to try to lecture me, man you tried to scold me Uh-oh, too late, here commmmmmmmmmes the homies! Hey hey Here they come, oh sh** Everybody here they come The homies! Yeahhhhhhh Everybody everybody here they come The homies! Hoooooooo One time check this out Ain't nuttin like a homey when you need support And especially, when your pockets is short Homeboy I need a C-note, my funds is lack Here you go buddy, no hurry to pay it back You know what I mean? That's a true friend And I would be there with my homey 'til the day it end Cause I don't really give a f**, my rhyme.. Can I say that man? Can I use that verse? Okay I won't I don't really give a f** I got my homeboy back In case a s**er's playing king, he might get jacked And I'll always remember what my brother told me He said Loc, ain't nuttin like a homey, hey hey hey hey You know what I'm sayin? He said Ain't nuttin like a homey, hooooooooo! Ho what you sayin? Nuttin like a donut, heyyyy Fat motherf**er