The Game - Da Homies lyrics

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The Game - Da Homies lyrics

[Interlude: The Game] + (RJ) RJ, what's that sh** we was doin the other day Blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beatin on his chest and sh**? (Oh you talkin 'bout that uh, that uh) (The homies in the Cutla** on E) (n***az turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street) (*mumbles* Yeah yeah yeah) Ay Blood, drink, ay take Blood drink Give me that motherf**in weed Blood Ay Duke, do that sh** Blood [RJ] The homies in the Cutla** on E n***az turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back 'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack I said the homies in the Cutla** on E Down for whatever cause the homies roll deep Finger on the trigger, bandanna 'round the Mac Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac [Interlude] Ay n***a, let me hit the weed Where the f** you get this bud from homie? Ay, we about to run outta gas my n***a (I don't give a f**) Push this motherf**er {"Mustard on the beat, hoe"} [Chorus Two: RJ + Ty Dolla $ign] The homies in the Cutla** on E n***az turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back 'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack (I said the homies in the Cutla** on E) (Down for whatever cause the homies roll deep) (Finger on the trigger, bandanna 'round the Mac) (Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac, yea) [AD] Look, I'm a real Compton Crip, I hope you n***az get the message Leave them 16's open, I'll make 'em look bad on records Chuck told me I'm good, now I'm headed down to the Cedars After that straight to the hood where them 'tanas holdin them heaters Look, saggin down the A-Line, it's war, f** it no play time At my first tour I was still chuckin up gang signs Homies still cookin them cops, hop out with K9's Lot of rappers callin out names, n***a don't say mine The homies in the Cutla** on E Some n***az bang the C, some n***az bangin the P I'm really in the streets, you other n***az is weak On my momma and the hood, f** around you rest in peace Especially when the homies in the Cutla** on E! [Chorus] {*outro skit starts during Chorus*}