The Comrads - Homeboyz lyrics

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 can't take the hood out the homeboy You can take the boy out the hood But you can't 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 can't take the hood out the homeboy You can take the boy out the hood But you can't 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 can't take the hood out the homeboy You can take the boy out the hood But you can't 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 s** 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 can't take the hood out the homeboy You can take the boy out the hood But you can't 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!