The Homies lyrics

I got a bunch of n*ggas with me, we trying to get rich
So when I walk up in this muthaf*cka, watch your b*tch
See that new black Benz? Thats not your sh*t
It's no squares in my circle so you not gon' fit
And that's J three on fire, he not no b*tch
So if you say something wrong he might pop your sh*t
Man the girls just like me, im not no pimp
I swear she give good head but she ain't got no sense
If I see the cops coming, I'mma hop your fence
I'm from Crenshaw and King n*gga, I'm not no snitch
Yea that look like me, but you ain't got no prints
Oh your n*gga make songs but he ain't got no hits
He got signed in '09 why he ain't drop no disc
I would have Dodgin' on that, no White Sox on this
sh*t I heard Funkflex say that ''Pac ain't sh*t''
And I hope when you see him that he slap your mouth
Don't be looking for me n*gga, im at your house
Real early in the morning 'fore you back on out
They got camera's in the club so we act on out
And im that n*gga they be askin' about

I got a bunch of n*ggas with me, we trying to get paid
The more money I spend, the less money I save
The more money I got, the more honeys I blaze
But dont let these nice clothes get you carried away
I'm from the place where cousin Harold trying to floss that Beamer
Right down on 43rd, right across from the cleaners
You can hear the DPG bumpin through your speakers
And if you get close enough, you might smell that reefer
It's four n*ggas in a car, getting high as the bleachers
And if they don't f*ck with you, I can't f*ck with you either
My n*ggas go to Vegas, so we stay at The Seasons
Like guess who I saw n*gga you wouldn't believe it
I might have done some things that you wouldn't agree with
I might have got head from the girl that you leave with
I might have just f*cked the girl you wanted to be with
I got on my dark shades n*gga I can't see sh*t