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the comrads - homeboyz lyrics

[intro]
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (comrads) nine-seven

[chorus]
you can take the boy out the hood
but you can’t take the hood out the homeboy
you can take the boy out the hood
but you can’t take the hood out the homeboy

[gangsta]
1980 when i been throwin it up
i put that on the hood i never been blowin it up
now i shoot cr-ps where i shot marbles
i hit the corner in a benz where i roll a monte carlo
me and my same crew from bmx’s to rolex’s and lexus’s
(pop pop) who wanna flex with this
we tight ? bring the right clip
got sent to the pen for strappin chickens on a white chick
36 months of humps and drinkin 40’s
tryna get swole and come home with motorolla
i do what i told ya
before i live like a trick i’d rather die like a souldier
never snitched, never will
never ran with a cat that ever squealed
if he did then we would spill
cuz we fold together, we share tone and we roll together
and we down for whatever

[chorus]

[k-mac]
bellin, with nothin but fellons
when it’s going down neeya, it ain’t no tellin
big money, dreams, is down with the cavi scene since a teen
you know what i mean?
european autos, black folks to win the lotto
fully autos, gettin paid is my motto
nine grad, to get my thangs i neva had
it ain’t much, fool mess around and get touched
life a sin, i’m gettin phonies from the pen
my fanmail is from the county jail
girls can talk slang, hoochie mamas is the whole thang
a ghetto star, from the caviar
before my video, i ran my city lok
big diamonds shining, waiting for the time and light to grind
no more hard timing
and i’m out taking mine, neeya!

[chorus]

[gangsta]
ha ha, before you stands a man of prestige
two-thousand dollar suits to bend these slacks fees
only machine’ll burn amounts of cheese
won’t stop ’till i buy a house next to ice ceez
give my right hand to god, its on
that’s why i’m out of town with these koochie playas workin so hard
can’t sleep skip child ’till i paid in full
hit the house s-x his spouse and go bang the hood

[k-mac]
fool you can take the boy out the hood
but you can’t take the hood out the homeboy
so it’s on boy
rough riders swervin impalas
linen suits and boots, when i hollas at the white collars
bangin executives
now just imagin how much fear and respect we get
i gives a d-mn if i was living in the hills
i’d be scoping out my neighbor tryna take whats his and um

[chorus]

[outro: gangsta]
ha ha, yeah, parlayin on top of the hills, a, in chucks
mind ya strilla, hits the curb
and lets see who’s got the most smiles
westsiyeed!

[chorus]

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