The Homies Lyrics - Loc-ed After Dark - Tone Loc

Orlanda... fat-ass Honda 

The homies! The homesssss 

Now what we talkin 'bout, yo tell 'em 

The homies! Heyyyyy 

What we talkin 'bout, everybody lemme hear you say 

The homies! Youuuuuuuuuu 

The homies, the homies 

Ain't nuttin like a homey, if it is show me 

You're puffin that skunk, homeboy you musta known me 

Me and my boys been through thick and thin 

And if one of us is losin, none of us win 

I remember days early 80's, junior high 

Triple A, Wink Dog, Custom G, we was fly 

The stupid groupie, man we used to please her 

All around the world couldn't find a better pleaser 

You used to try to lecture me, man you tried to scold me 

Uh-oh, too late, here commmmmmmmmmes the homies! Hey hey 

Here they come, oh shit 

Everybody here they come 

The homies! Yeahhhhhhh 

Everybody everybody here they come 

The homies! Hoooooooo 

One time check this out 

Ain't nuttin like a homey when you need support 

And especially, when your pockets is short 

Homeboy I need a C-note, my funds is lack 

Here you go buddy, no hurry to pay it back 

You know what I mean? That's a true friend 

And I would be there with my homey 'til the day it end 

Cause I don't really give a fuck, my rhyme... 

Can I say that man? Can I use that verse? Okay I won't 

I don't really give a fuck I got my homeboy back 

In case a sucker's playing king, he might get jacked 

And I'll always remember what my brother told me 

He said Loc, ain't nuttin like a homey, hey hey hey hey