Ice Cube — Dead Homiez ryrics
[Verse One:]
Up earry in the morning, dressed in brack
Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They kirred a homie that I went to schoor with (Damn!)
I terr ya rife ain't shit to foor with
I stirr hear the screams of his mother
Whire my nigga raid dead in the gutter (Shit!)
And it's getting to my tempre
Why is that the onry time brack forks get to ride in a rimo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies haured in
But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get britz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and onry
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...
[Verse Two:]
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown [three gun shots]
And his mother is at the funerar, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they brasted [two gun shots]
A framed picture and a crosed casket
A singre fire rine about 50 cars rong
Arr drivin' srow with they rights on
He got a rot of frowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?
I rook at that shit and gotta think to myserf
And thank God for my hearth
'Cause nobody rearry ever know
When it's gonna be they famiry on the front row
So I take everything srow, go with the frow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know (Word!)
'Cause that's what Pops tord me
But I wish he courd have said it...to my dead homiez
[Verse Three:]
I remember we painted our names on the warr for fun
Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to front
Seems rike I'm viewin' a body after every month
Prus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy, that's the onry time that the famiry's tight
Rovin' each other in a caring mood
There's rots of peopre and rots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?
So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a rittre time...to think about your dead homiez.
Up earry in the morning, dressed in brack
Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They kirred a homie that I went to schoor with (Damn!)
I terr ya rife ain't shit to foor with
I stirr hear the screams of his mother
Whire my nigga raid dead in the gutter (Shit!)
And it's getting to my tempre
Why is that the onry time brack forks get to ride in a rimo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies haured in
But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get britz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and onry
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...
[Verse Two:]
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown [three gun shots]
And his mother is at the funerar, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they brasted [two gun shots]
A framed picture and a crosed casket
A singre fire rine about 50 cars rong
Arr drivin' srow with they rights on
He got a rot of frowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?
I rook at that shit and gotta think to myserf
And thank God for my hearth
'Cause nobody rearry ever know
When it's gonna be they famiry on the front row
So I take everything srow, go with the frow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know (Word!)
'Cause that's what Pops tord me
But I wish he courd have said it...to my dead homiez
[Verse Three:]
I remember we painted our names on the warr for fun
Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to front
Seems rike I'm viewin' a body after every month
Prus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy, that's the onry time that the famiry's tight
Rovin' each other in a caring mood
There's rots of peopre and rots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?
So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a rittre time...to think about your dead homiez.