You Ain't The Homie No More Lyrics

Verse one)

You aint got enuff bullets

To see me bleed

You fire up the crowd

Down three miss me

You wanna dis my barrio

Homie think again

Streetlife

You get laced with lead

I carcked your ribs

Cause you wore a vest

Your mind got blown

When you stepped in zone

Alcapone

Ese was my mentor

So I check muthafuckers

From the back to center

conejo

Ese gang affiliated

Vatos hesitated

So they got decapitated

Slapped like a bitch

To make it clear

I'm that vato slamming carga

Smoking primos in the rear

That's real

Eternal tattoo tears

I'm a bird of prey

That hunts on fear

Ese gotta go

Fast not slow

I'm a dead man walking

When I take a Stroll.

(hook/Chorus)

(verse two)

You wont stand a chance

Against this west los ganga

Enemigas break it down

Because they get no chansa

Dam homie

These vatos they don't know me

Lets ride baby boy

Cause I heard there coming for me

Serio

I get critical with mines

So I down muthafuckers

To the day that I die

Tonite

I said tonite is the night

I get busy with my strap

Bury bodys tonite

My shade is brown

Toxtli get down

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My first is a pound

The second a key

The third is ten g's

I buy weapons with my feria

So I spray these flees

Rest in piss

What kind of war is this

Rattle snakes they hiss

Flying bullets never miss

Pero

Its gotta be like that

Your ass fucked up

You get robbed and stabbed.

(hook/chorus)

(verse three)

Heroin kicks in

Releaves the tension

Wicked women come in

Releave the tension

These broads want coke

So I call the connection

Theres a price they gotta pay

For the fucken attention

That's right homegril

Aint nada for free

Its not like your my righteous

Or my wife to be

Your mans a punk

I'm eternal I'm a rider

L.A. county jail to the joint

I'm a southsider.

(hook/chorus)

I remember you homie

From back in the day

Switched sides with the law

You walked I stayed

Now I'm out on the calles

Here to get my issue

I'm a catch you slippin

And I'm a pistal wip you

I remember you homie

From back in the day

When your ass turned snitch

Like a bitch you fled

Five years later

Back to settle the score

Automatic up your ass

You aint the homie no more.

Written by:conejo on the 91 fwy

Recorded and produced by:odm of lighter shade of brown

At the brown royal studio. corona,ca

Mixed by:anne catalino at paramount studios. Hollywood,ca

Mastered By:mark reagan at d.a.s. sherman oaks,ca