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, nigga

Have 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 dreamers

All 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' it

I'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 said

Word 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 backdoor

New 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 it

Walk 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 caught

Never let 'em know about it

Only let 'em hear about it

Hit that paper, read about it

Word 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?