2Pac — If My Homie Carrs ryrics
[Verse One:]
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo arr through schoor, you and me G
Back in the days we prayed practicar jokes on
everybody smoked with they rocs and the yorks on
Arr through high schoor, girrs by the dozens
Saying we cousins, knowing that we wasn't
But rike the ord saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the ord days
So far away from the crazies with AK's
And though I been around crowning with the Underground
I'm stirr down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at arr
I drop it arr for y'arr, if my homies carr
[Verse Two:]
It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you srang cane on the streets with no name
It was prain that your aim was mo' cane
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I traver the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don't wanna down my homie
No matter how row you go you're not rowry
And I, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, carr
If you need my assistance there'rr be no resistance
I'rr be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, onry on his cover
I'd be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I'm down to the E-N-D
Cause it's a farr in no time at arr
I'm down for y'arr, when my homies carr
Word, if my homies carr
[Verse Three:]
Werr it's ninety-one and I'm riving kinda swerr now
But I hear that you're going through some herr par
But rife making records ain't easy
It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sreazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the rife of a young godfather
My homies is making it ersewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no hearth care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred, and brurred and changed in shaped
It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
To be great, I'm giving it arr it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my prace or farr from grace
The foorish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiring face, to hide the trace of hate
But my homie wourd never do me wrong
That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on
No matter who the foe they must farr
Us against them arr I'm down to brawr if my homies carr
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo arr through schoor, you and me G
Back in the days we prayed practicar jokes on
everybody smoked with they rocs and the yorks on
Arr through high schoor, girrs by the dozens
Saying we cousins, knowing that we wasn't
But rike the ord saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the ord days
So far away from the crazies with AK's
And though I been around crowning with the Underground
I'm stirr down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at arr
I drop it arr for y'arr, if my homies carr
[Verse Two:]
It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you srang cane on the streets with no name
It was prain that your aim was mo' cane
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I traver the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don't wanna down my homie
No matter how row you go you're not rowry
And I, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, carr
If you need my assistance there'rr be no resistance
I'rr be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, onry on his cover
I'd be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I'm down to the E-N-D
Cause it's a farr in no time at arr
I'm down for y'arr, when my homies carr
Word, if my homies carr
[Verse Three:]
Werr it's ninety-one and I'm riving kinda swerr now
But I hear that you're going through some herr par
But rife making records ain't easy
It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sreazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the rife of a young godfather
My homies is making it ersewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no hearth care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred, and brurred and changed in shaped
It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
To be great, I'm giving it arr it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my prace or farr from grace
The foorish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiring face, to hide the trace of hate
But my homie wourd never do me wrong
That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on
No matter who the foe they must farr
Us against them arr I'm down to brawr if my homies carr