Текст песни 2Pac - If My Homie Calls
2Pac - If My Homie Calls слова песни
Verse One:Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-weeWe been coochie-coo all through school, you and me GBack in the days we played practical jokes oneverybody smoked with they locs and the yolks onAll through high school, girls by the dozensSayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn`tBut like the old saying goesTimes goes on, and everybody growsGrew apart, had to part, went our own waysYou chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone paysIn many ways we were paid in the old daysSo far away from the crazies with AK`sAnd though I been around clowning with the UndergroundI`m still down with my homies from the hometownAnd if you need, need anything at allI drop it all for y`all, if my homies callVerse Two:It`s a shame, you chose the dope gameNow you slang cane on the streets with no nameIt was plain that your aim was mo` caneYou got game now you run with no shameI chose rappin tracks to make stacksIn fact I travel the map with raps that spray catsBut now I don`t wanna down my homieNo matter how low you go you`re not lowlyAnd I, hear that you made a few enemiesBut when you need a friend you can depend on me, callIf you need my assistance there`ll be no resistanceI`ll be there in an instantWho am I to judge another brother, only on his coverI`d be no different than the otherH-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-EI`m down to the E-N-DCause it`s a fall in no time at allI`m down for y`all, when my homies callWord, if my homies callVerse Three:Well it`s ninety-one and I`m livin kinda swell nowBut I hear that you`re going through some hell palBut life makin records ain`t easyIt ain`t what I expected it`s hectic it`s sleazyBut I guess that the streets is harderTrying to survive in the life of a young godfatherMy homies is making it elsewhereStriving, working nine to five with no health careWe both had dreams of being greatBut his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapedIt`s fate, it wasn`t my choice to makeTo be great, I`m giving it all it takesTrying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakesI gotta take, my place or fall from graceThe foolish way, the pace is quick and greatSmiling face, to hide the trace of heatBut my homie would never do me wrongThat`s why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it`s onNo matter who the foe they must fallUs against them all I`m down to brawl if my homies call