The Game - Homies lyrics

[Produced by Jereme Jay] [Intro: O.T. Genasis] I'm f**in' with the homies I'm f**in' with the homies [Verse 1: O.T. Genasis] My mama told me, "Never go out after nine" f** that time cause I had me a nine Watched a homie cook that zone in the kitchen .357 with a nose like Pippen I always asked, "Can I go to my granny house?" It's easier to sell 'em bags out the candy house I never got time for my b**h cause I'm gone Out with the homies so she think I'm doin' wrong She say, "Be careful cause they might hit you up" I'm lookin' at this b**h like I don't give a f** Burner on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug All my homies bang, I just wanna sell d** My homie locked up, pop a n***a in the room The way this sh** goin', sh**, I might see em' soon Rubber grip, hollow tip, .44 Mag' Brains outta pocket, make 'em look like it's red [Hook: O.T. Genasis] I'm f**in' with the homies Ain't got time for a b**h Thirty-nine in the clip I'm f**in' with the homies My b**h tryna stress me out I'm 'bout to leave, b**h, let me out I'm f**in' with the homies Turnin' up on the block Get hara**ed by the cops I'm f**in' with the homies Ride for my n***as Die for my n***as [Verse 2: The Game] I'm f**in' with the homies and I'm lucky to be alive cause Palmer Blacks tryna dome me I got this ninety-inch Sony, sellin' this b**h for half off, who's f**in' with the homies? Chillin' with the brodies, blowin' on this dodie Hit the park whippin' on these YG's like Jodye Five-five-four, see the block if you know me I was there in the bounty jail with Monster Cody Fresh out, hit the avalon, red khakis on Then I tuck the burner to get a burger from marathon Red boys jersey, wore that motherf**er to an all crips school and I'd be dead if I ain't wear it home Fat red laces and some coneys, got jumped by the track news, f**in' with the homies I got my whole hood tatted Who we bustin' at tonight? It don't matter cause... [Hook: O.T. Genasis] I'm f**in' with the homies Ain't got time for a b**h Thirty-nine in the clip I'm f**in' with the homies My b**h tryna stress me out I'm 'bout to leave, b**h, let me out I'm f**in' with the homies Turnin' up on the block Get hara**ed by the cops I'm f**in' with the homies Ride for my n***as Die for my n***as