Homies

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
My-my homies
My homies
My-my homeboy

Well, you ask me what my definition of a homie is
A friend 'til the end, but some start when you're kids
Little traviesos that are always into something
Doing something bad acting like they did nothing
Well, here's a little story about a homie named Frankie
Had another little homie that was down for hanky-panky
Sort of like Spanky and Alfalfa, Little Rascals
Doing what they doing getting away without a hassle
Like going to the schoolyard for your late passes to class

Cutting in lunch lines leaving other students last
And strolling to the movies to see a rated R
When mom's dropped them off it's where E.T would be the star
Stealing was an issue that just could not be ignored
Taking tapes and 45s from the local record store
Being good kids to them was nothing but bologna
'Cause this is what you do when it's you and your homie
Homies

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
My-my homies
My homies
My-my homeboy

My situation with my homies wasn't all fun
Sometimes sad sometimes bad, but had to have one
I wouldn't change it for a thing 'cause it's priceless
Your homies are your down, yup, can I get a righteous
As kids, we saw, and we did what most kids never did
Took my first swig chilling at my homies crib
Searching for ways, so that we could make presidents
Life was hard being a product of my residence

But me being the youngest, I had to stay strong
Mom's was my teacher cause pop's was already gone
Hung out in the streets doing my own thing
Living in the barrio, but I never gang banged
Coming up was a must, growing up with who I grew up
I found out just who I can trust
Me, myself, and I not fronting like a phony
I'm true to the game, and I'm down with my homies

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
My-my homies
My homies
My-my-my homeboy

You wanna be my homie, well, hey, I'll tell you something
Hanging with my crew doesn't really mean nothing
Blabbing when I get all toured doing my songs
You gonna want to kick it, well listen up here hommes
It goes way back before you ever knew me
I hung with my friends and not male groupies
Just goes to show everybody where I'm coming from
Hey yo, the break 'em off something

So many people wanna hang now that I'm in the rap game
They say that they're down when they don't even know my name
Yo, I could say that I have many friends
But a homie is true, through and through until the end
And ain't a damn thing changed
We're still hanging in the hood and doing the same thangs
'Cause I ain't one to be a phony
I'm still true to the game, and I'm down with my homies

For my homies
My-my-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy
For my homies
My-my homies
For my homies
My-my homeboy

For my home boy
My-my home boy
For my home boy
My-my home boy
My-my-my homies
My-my homies
My-my homies
My homies
My-my homeboy

Well, I hope you enjoyed listening to the music as much as I enjoyed
Playing it for you each and every night
And we'll be back again sooner or later to play your favorite song
Whatever it may be, the oldies but goodies continue with Auggie Boy