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Conejo - Homie Homie lyrics
f/ Bugsy [Chorus: Conejo] Damn homie, these vatos they don't know me Let's ride baby boy cuz I heard they're coming for me Damn homie, these broads they don't know me Let's get down baby girl cuz I heard you're coming for me [Conejo] If you aren't from the hood then you get regulated You go around town saying how Conejo hated That's the mission fool, to break fools like you You get banged on by a youngster after school I show up to the barrio where the Tiny's are deep In a black Monte Carlo, just me and my dogs I see the ladies, small waist big ass They wanna freak on Conejo and take me home Damn homie, baby she don't know me Got the bedroom eyes looking kind of lonely Out the backdoor straight into the alley I'ma show her how I do it and there's nothing to it And you get more bounce to this lethal ounce Cuz I got the babydolls perro, drunk and smoked out You're mad at your girl cuz she don't wanna come home She wanna party with the gangsters till the break of dawn [Chorus] [Conejo] You know homie homie that I know the deal And life on the streets is way too real You know homie homie that I know the deal And that three strike law is just too real [Bugsy] That's sick, that's that gangster shit Who got hynas doing their thing, making a grip Homie homie, nothing but game for the chips Got them locked and loaded if you wanna trip Hard times, gotta be strong or there's no surviving Catch me on the strip bumping oldies, lowriding No me importa, there's many ways to gain fame Homie I'm restless until I rest in the grave Blessing the stage, worldwide they're showing me love Babydolls at the spot afterwe rocked the club Street life, gotta cope with this vida Drinking on aguita, homie sangre de Sedira Let it cruise, full mags for the haters Wanna see the ladies bounce and cooking ounces in the craters Gotta serve these fiends, till the last day I'll ride Homie homie tried to kill me but you'll never kill my pride [Chorus] [Conejo] You know homie homie that I know the deal And life on the streets is way too real You know homie homie that I know the deal And that three strike law is just too real [Bugsy] Hold up homie, let me speak to these hynas VIP section in the club, that's where they find us She gave a lap dance but wanted to give more than that Told Bugsy where to meet her and that was that [Conejo] Serio dog, ese hit that too A while back at the parque, autumn '92 Come on now, I'm from the City of Angels Gots to get my issue in this chamber of danger [Bugsy] Homie we close shop, just so we open again Bugsy and Conejo gonna ride to the end Shed the game, I heard they're coming for me These some crazy ass streets, it all comes back homie homie [Conejo] I'ma bounce, smoke another half ounce And get the baddest broad cuz I got more clout Wake up before you get gunned down Conejo and Bugsy, homie ese ask around [Chorus] [Conejo] You know homie homie that I know the deal And life on the streets is way too real You know homie homie that I know the deal And that three strike law is just too real [Chorus] [Conejo] You know homie homie that I know the deal And life on the streets is way too real You know homie homie that I know the deal And that three strike law is just too real [Conejo] Conejo and Bugs That's right homie homie That's the way it's going down Ya estuvo |
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