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watch the homies - e-40 lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
i woke up this morning, took a p-ss, then brushed my teeth
then i hopped my pimpin’ -ss in that water
threw on some designer and then i reached for my patek
put that drip around my neck like a flea collar
all i know is gouda, and i stay with protection
in case a sucka m-th-f-cka get to flexin’
if them fools get in my business and they askin’ me questions
i ain’t about to do no tellin’ or confessin’
my grind is aggressive, it ain’t no draggin’ my feet
it ain’t no pumpin’ my brakes, mayne, my family gotta eat
i don’t know everything, but i know enough
i know it’s sick out here and they’ll call your bluff
a daily shooting liable to come outta nowhere
in california they don’t play fair
they’ll do a walk-by in front of a daycare
they’ll use a little baby as a human shield
when it comes to gettin’ they mans they don’t care who get k!lled
ooouh!

[chorus: e-40]
the streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (full of zombies)
runnin’ from police, they was gettin’ on me (gettin’ on me)
gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies
(gotta watch the homies)
gotta watch the homies (gotta watch the homies)
watch ’em! b–tch!

[verse 2: scarface]
you wanna wallow with the hogs, or fly with the eagles?
slow it down and ride wit’ ya people (ride wit’ ya people)
he who, moves fast is destined to fall victim
to n-gg-s, who was plottin’ to catch him slippin’
listen, it’s a whole lotta wisdom being given for free
by og’s that done lived this
hear this, the whole hood full of zombies
walkin’ around this b-tch tryna take something from me
it’s all about the money
as i sit back and reminisce on how it done me
one minute it’s all good wit’ ya potna (wit’ ya potna)
the next minute we tryna figure out who shot ya (who shot ya?)
been the homeboy since day one wit’ it
used ride him in the maybach tinted
and that’s different, wonder what happened
this n-gg- played you, i woulda zapped him

[chorus: e-40]
the streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (full of zombies)
runnin’ from police, they was gettin’ on me (gettin’ on me)
gotta watch my back (gotta watch my back, mayne)
gotta watch the homies (gotta watch the homies)
gotta watch the homies (gotta watch the homies)
watch ’em! b–tch!

[verse 3: e-40]
it’s a different ballgame i’ll have you know
nowadays they don’t care how many n-gg-s you k!lled 20 years ago
they’ll body the body man for some dough
toe-tag the body man that bodied the body man’s toe
surgical gloves – no fingerprints, no evidence
hyenas and baby cubs staking out your residence
ready to get ’em somethin’ and turn ’em into skeletons
did they homework, got intel and intelligence
it’s murkish, it’s spooky like a steven spielberg movie
no unity in the community, just funerals, wakes, and eulogies
everybody sick, it’s going around
and blind people ain’t the only one with a stick, it’s goin’ down
catastrophic conditions, disaster and destruction
makin’ the wrong decisions and not reading the instructions’ll
get you caught in a catch 23, not catch 22
them 7-6-2’s’ll go right through you, b–tch!

[outro: e-40]
it’s sick out here, mayne
i just give it to ’em straight, not fake
i don’t trust none of these n-gg-s
i’m out here with the crabs in the buckets, walkin’ snakes
all these n-gg-s do is infiltrate, phone pimp, and hate
jealous -ss m-th-f-ckas, two-faceded, backstabbin’ -ss n-gg-s
lazy m-th-f-ckas ain’t got no morals and respect for their m-th-f-ckin’ mama
you f-ckers! i don’t like none of you n-gg-s
n-gg-, i could see right through you like scotch tape

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