That's What the Homie Said

Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
On yo' ass, yeah
Still going strong
Oh yeah
Nothing but the Dogg in me, nigga

Have you ever seen a Venus and Serena?
Baby, wanna smoke with her, she gotta pop a green one
Hand on my nina, leanin' in my Bimmer
No time for sleep, 'cause nothing comes to dreamers

All I'm 'bout is getting it, Eastside reppin' it
Shout-out to my homies in the hood that's on a different shit
Scrambled like I'm Robert Griff, gon' keep on drivin' it
Walk up in the strip club, these hoes is steady poppin' it

I'm a Cripglomerate, I get what Obama get
Could've been yo' daddy boy 'cause I know where yo' mama live
Put the kids to bed, take a bleezy to the head
Yeah, that's what the homie said

Word of mouth, the streets talkin'
I'm in the C-Town, dickin' down the sea hawk
She love the way a G talk, conversation, demonstration
Hit her with that C-walk
For real? Crill?

Yeah, man
I know you thought
You thought you thought, huh?
I ain't went nowhere homie
I gotta stay true to what I do, you dig?

Back up on my good foot, feelin' like an actor
Back in '88, sold Yolo out the wrapper
Then I became a rapper
Money up front but I guide it up to backdoor

New shoes, new clothes
All for the fuck of it
Played my cards right, so it's safe to say I struck it rich
Givin' back, takin' care of everybody
I'm doin' bad, homie, don't you worry about it

Walk the walk and try to talk the talk
I'm tryin' to give you more than just food for thought
If you movin' while you grooving
Hopin' that you won't get caught

Never let 'em know about it
Only let 'em hear about it
Hit that paper, read about it

Word of mouth, the streets talkin'
I'm in the D-Town, droppin' off a sea hawk
Hit her with some G talk
And slide off with that Eastside, Long Beach C-walk, ya dig?