Homies

For my homies
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 For my homies
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 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
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 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
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 For my homies
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 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
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 For my homies
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 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