Me and my homie used to be the coolest Back in the days when we ruled Those that decided to follow us thought it was cool Stealin' from the corner store Me and the homies had a motto "Whatever you get, run out, go back, and get some more" We used to bomb cars In every town we got caught or got in trouble Moms would break on ours All the homies, we was real tight Like for example three of us and one hoochie We all be stickin' on the same night Growin' up together, know each other's past If we ever need backup for whatever, be down to mash Homies for life, everybody growed up Some in the pen, couple dead, couple blowed up Always remember where you came from And never forget the homies that was all up on your side when you was in deep So this is dedicated to my G's Another track for the homies, givin' love by all means This is for my homie This is for my G's (This is for my G's, oh yeah) This is for my homies (Homies) This is for my G's (All my G's) So much money to make, so many women to break When we dropped out of school was that a playa's mistake? Moms moved to the other side These racist people Man I hated that life and I ain't never lied Had to struggle for our own good Watch my homies and my G's turn from thugs to fiends in their own hood It's a shame what we put our momma through Knowin' fools don't care on who they bring the drama too Life for you has always been a case of taboo 40 ounces, SK's, and a stick of bamboo Thought you knew that life is too short Homies either dead, locked up Or they twisted with this wicked court My G's coming up short, with no support From their own kind, yet we pay it no mind And 96 pray we all rest in peace 'Cause the streets make the fighters and priests This for my G's and my homies This is for my homie (This is for my homies, yeah) This is for my G's (For my G's) This is for my homies This is for my G's (For my G's) Shoo-bee-doo-bop my homies Shoo-bee-doo-bop Talk 'bout my homies, my G's Shoo-bee-doo-bop bop bop Shoo-bee-doo-bop Talk about my homies, 'bout my G's This is for my, for my G's Yes it is, all my G's, yeah This is for my homies, yeah I remember we was little boys steady fightin' each other Then we grow up and down to die for one another I love ya like you's the son of my mother But now in '97 you's a bad mother We need indeed to be more concerned 'Cause if you play up in the fire then you gonna get burned I ain't one to preach because I need to be reached It's a lot of brothers dead, west, south, to the east I didn't know Pac or Biggie Smalls, but I loved y'all For the love of the game, in Jesus' name We pray that everyday can be a good day Still brothers die by the blast of the AK Let the kids know that it ain't all good Hoo-riding on another brother neighborhood Get your keys at ease and don't be phony This is for the real, my one and only homie Yes I heard it through the grapevine You're gonna need your brother some day, yeah Yes I do, yes I do Said I heard it through the grapevine You're gonna need your brother some day Need your G, need your G This is for my homie(This is for my homie) This is for my G's(my G, yeah-yeah) Tell 'em baby, you can make 'em understand You can make 'em understand(This is for my homies) This is for my G's(Homies, for my G's) See I understand because I'm an OG myself
[00:20.55]Me and my homie used to be the coolest [00:22.46]Back in the days when we ruled [00:23.99]Those that decided to follow us thought it was cool [00:26.58]Stealin' from the corner store [00:28.10]Me and the homies had a motto [00:29.72]"Whatever you get, run out, go back, and get some more" [00:32.00]We used to bomb cars [00:33.39]In every town we got caught or got in trouble [00:35.09]Moms would break on ours [00:36.68]All the homies, we was real tight [00:38.50]Like for example three of us and one hoochie [00:40.59]We all be stickin' on the same night [00:42.33]Growin' up together, know each other's past [00:44.52]If we ever need backup for whatever, be down to mash [00:47.07]Homies for life, everybody growed up [00:49.05]Some in the pen, couple dead, couple blowed up [00:52.05]Always remember where you came from [00:53.92]And never forget the homies that was all up [00:56.01]on your side when you was in deep [00:57.70]So this is dedicated to my G's [00:59.72]Another track for the homies, givin' love by all means [01:06.58]This is for my homie [01:09.12]This is for my G's (This is for my G's, oh yeah) [01:16.83]This is for my homies (Homies) [01:19.14]This is for my G's (All my G's) [01:23.08]So much money to make, so many women to break [01:25.52]When we dropped out of school was that a playa's mistake? [01:28.16]Moms moved to the other side [01:30.00]These racist people [01:30.95]Man I hated that life and I ain't never lied [01:33.41]Had to struggle for our own good [01:35.21]Watch my homies and my G's [01:36.64]turn from thugs to fiends in their own hood [01:39.24]It's a shame what we put our momma through [01:41.23]Knowin' fools don't care on who they bring the drama too [01:43.78]Life for you has always been a case of taboo [01:46.35]40 ounces, SK's, and a stick of bamboo [01:48.87]Thought you knew that life is too short [01:51.07]Homies either dead, locked up [01:52.76]Or they twisted with this wicked court [01:54.65]My G's coming up short, with no support [01:57.20]From their own kind, yet we pay it no mind [01:59.70]And 96 pray we all rest in peace [02:01.76]'Cause the streets make the fighters and priests [02:03.65]This for my G's and my homies [02:08.27]This is for my homie (This is for my homies, yeah) [02:10.84]This is for my G's (For my G's) [02:18.67]This is for my homies [02:21.23]This is for my G's (For my G's) [02:25.07]Shoo-bee-doo-bop my homies [02:27.82]Shoo-bee-doo-bop [02:29.85]Talk 'bout my homies, my G's [02:35.43]Shoo-bee-doo-bop bop bop [02:37.92]Shoo-bee-doo-bop [02:39.45]Talk about my homies, 'bout my G's [02:51.58]This is for my, for my G's [02:55.57]Yes it is, all my G's, yeah [03:01.82]This is for my homies, yeah [03:05.66]I remember we was little boys steady fightin' each other [03:09.12]Then we grow up and down to die for one another [03:11.67]I love ya like you's the son of my mother [03:14.22]But now in '97 you's a bad mother [03:16.82]We need indeed to be more concerned [03:19.17]'Cause if you play up in the fire then you gonna get burned [03:21.97]I ain't one to preach because I need to be reached [03:24.41]It's a lot of brothers dead, west, south, to the east [03:27.01]I didn't know Pac or Biggie Smalls, but I loved y'all [03:30.11]For the love of the game, in Jesus' name [03:32.76]We pray that everyday can be a good day [03:35.11]Still brothers die by the blast of the AK [03:37.86]Let the kids know that it ain't all good [03:40.48]Hoo-riding on another brother neighborhood [03:43.03]Get your keys at ease and don't be phony [03:45.27]This is for the real, my one and only homie [03:47.64]Yes I heard it through the grapevine [03:50.80]You're gonna need your brother some day, yeah [03:54.72]Yes I do, yes I do [03:57.50]Said I heard it through the grapevine [04:00.60]You're gonna need your brother some day [04:07.71]Need your G, need your G [04:12.30]This is for my homie(This is for my homie) [04:14.88]This is for my G's(my G, yeah-yeah) [04:19.84]Tell 'em baby, you can make 'em understand [04:22.55]You can make 'em understand(This is for my homies) [04:25.11]This is for my G's(Homies, for my G's) [04:29.58]See I understand because I'm an OG myself
