Lyrics
All of my lil homies like to smoke dope (bro)
All of my dawgs they like to smoke dope (hoe)
Used to geek up and go smoke on the porch (bro)
And right after that we go jump out the porch (bleh, eek)
Cause the streets they were calling out names (bro)
Had to hop in, hop in with the gang (ho)
Cut [?] block, cook Lo Mein (bro)
Then celebrate with champagne (ho)
Take to count the bill, I did it (bro)
Had to cut them boys off, it's business (ho)
And the amends I did it's straight business (bro)
Just stay out of my way and my business (bleh)
These bitches be pickin and choosin
That **** moved I don't care, I'm shootin
My neck big so I'm rockin big ass Cubans
Rich **** status, bitch Mark Cuban
Pass in the backseat
I got them all runnin like TrackMeet
Up in the backstreet
My **** get poked with the ratchet (whoa)
Montclair bitch, on the coat (yeah)
I don't give a fuck bout a hoe (yeah)
More shit up of my [?] (yeah)
Steady in the cut with the poles (yeah)
Pussy ass **** get rolled (yeah, whoa)
Pussy ass **** get fold (yeah)
All of my lil homies like to smoke dope (bro)
All of my dawgs they like to smoke dope (hoe)
Used to geek up and go smoke on the porch (bro)
And right after that we go jump out the porch (bleh)
Cause the streets they were calling out names (bro)
Had to hop in, hop in with the gang (ho)
Cut [?] block, cook Lo Mein (bro)
Then celebrate with champagne (ho)
Take to count the bill, I did it (bro)
Had to cut them boys off, it's business (ho)
And the amends I did it's straight business (bro)
Just stay out of my way and my business (bleh)
These bitches be pickin and choosin
That **** moved I don't care, I'm shootin
My neck big so I'm rockin big ass Cubans
Rich **** status, bitch Mark Cuban
Pass in the backseat
I got them all runnin like TrackMeet
Up in the backstreet
My **** get poked with the ratchet (whoa)
Montclair bitch, on the coat (yeah)
I don't give a fuck bout a hoe (yeah)
More shit up of my [?] (yeah)
Steady in the cut with the poles (yeah)
Pussy ass **** get rolled (yeah, whoa)
Pussy ass **** get fold (yeah)
Written by: Elijah S Smith, Hardrock