Letra de That's What the Homie Said
Yeah, yeah Oh yeah On yo' ass, yeah Still going strong Oh yeah Nothing but the Dogg in me, niggaHave you ever seen a Venus and Serena? Baby, wanna smoke with her, she gotta pop a green one Hand on my nina, leanin' in my Bimmer No time for sleep, 'cause nothing comes to dreamersAll I'm 'bout is getting it, Eastside reppin' it Shout-out to my homies in the hood that's on a different shit Scrambled like I'm Robert Griff, gon' keep on drivin' it Walk up in the strip club, these hoes is steady poppin' itI'm a Cripglomerate, I get what Obama get Could've been yo' daddy boy 'cause I know where yo' mama live Put the kids to bed, take a bleezy to the head Yeah, that's what the homie saidWord of mouth, the streets talkin' I'm in the C-Town, dickin' down the sea hawk She love the way a G talk, conversation, demonstration Hit her with that C-walk For real? Crill?Yeah, man I know you thought You thought you thought, huh? I ain't went nowhere homie I gotta stay true to what I do, you dig?Back up on my good foot, feelin' like an actor Back in '88, sold Yolo out the wrapper Then I became a rapper Money up front but I guide it up to backdoorNew shoes, new clothes All for the fuck of it Played my cards right, so it's safe to say I struck it rich Givin' back, takin' care of everybody I'm doin' bad, homie, don't you worry about itWalk the walk and try to talk the talk I'm tryin' to give you more than just food for thought If you movin' while you grooving Hopin' that you won't get caughtNever let 'em know about it Only let 'em hear about it Hit that paper, read about itWord of mouth, the streets talkin' I'm in the D-Town, droppin' off a sea hawk Hit her with some G talk And slide off with that Eastside, Long Beach C-walk, ya dig?