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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

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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

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

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

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