THE COMRADS

THE COMRADS - Homeboyz lyrics

[Gangsta:] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,

[K-Mac:] Comrads

[Gangsta:] nine-seven

[Chorus: Comrads]

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

1980 when I been throwin it up

I put that on the hood I never been blowin it up

Now I shoot craps where I shot marbles

I hit the corner in a Benz where I roll a Monte Carlo

Me and my same crew from BMX's to Rolex's and Lexus's

(Pop Pop) who wanna flex with this

We tight ? bring the right clip

Got sent to the pen for strappin chickens on a white chick

36 months of humps and drinkin 40's

Tryna get swole and come home with Motorolla

I do what I told ya

Before I live like a trick I'd rather die like a souldier

Never snitched, never will

Never ran with a cat that ever squealed,

If he did then we would spill

Cuz we fold together, we share tone and we roll together,

And we down for whatever

[Chorus: Comrads] You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

[Gangsta:]

Bellin, with nothin but fellons

when it's going down neeya, it ain't no tellin

Big money, dreams, is down with the Cavi scene since a teen

You know what I mean?

European autos, black folks to win the lotto

Fully autos, gettin paid is my motto

Nine grad, to get my thangs I neva had

It ain't much, fool mess around and get touched

Life a sin, I'm gettin phonies from the pen

My fanmail is from the county jail

Girls can talk slang, hoochie mamas is the whole thang

A ghetto star, from the Caviar

Before my video, I ran my city lok

Big diamonds shining, waiting for the time and light to grind

No more hard timing,

and I'm out taking mine, neeya!

[Chorus: Comrads]

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

[K-Mac:]

Ha ha, before you stands a man of prestige

Two-thousand dollar suits to bend these slacks fees

Only machine'll burn amounts of cheese

Won't stop 'till I buy a house next to Ice Ceez

Give my right hand to God, its on

That's why I'm out of town with these koochie playas workin so hard

Can't sleep skip child 'till I paid in full

Hit the house sex his spouse and go bang the hood

Gangsta:

Fool you can take the boy out the hood

But you can't take the hood out the homeboy,

So it's on boy

Rough riders swervin impalas

Linen suits and boots, when I hollas at the white collars

Bangin executives

Now just imagin how much fear and respect we get

I gives a damn if I was living in the hills

I'd be scoping out my neighbor tryna take whats his and um

[Chorus: Comrads]

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

You can take the boy out the hood,

But you cant take the hood out the homeboy

[Gangsta:]

Ha ha, yeah, parlayin on top of the hills, a, in chucks

Mind ya strilla, hits the curb

And lets see who's got the most smiles,

westsiyeed!

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