Lyrics Homies (feat. cLAsicc) - B-Free feat. Clasicc

Seoul to L.A.
L.A to Seoul City
4 da homie$

North Hollywood, K-town and O.C.
In the heat someone turn up the AC
Y'all already know we be rollin' O.J. low-key
Betta watch out for the police

As long as there's money, there's no peace
Riches rattin' out on blazers makin' mo' beats(?)
(Light it up)
Who you callin' homie?
(Wat?)
Just get me the money you owe me

:::$CHORU$:::
At it again with dat L.A. to Seoul, homie
West coast and you know, homie (Yaeh, yeh)
We get dough, homie
It feel good when the sun on my dong, homie (Yah, yah)

I wanna live a life 2 live 4
Top down with the baddy ridin' six-four(?) (Yawh)
I know it's so west-coast but Ima bless my corpse
And I'ma bless my folks (Yawh, yeh)
Cali weather be like bomb bay ... I put it down like a chief all day
With a smile on my face, can I parlay
(Eyo)
I swear we can put this on wax
... Everytime we kick back
Welcome back to L.A. homie
Can I recap

:::$CHORU$:::
At it again with the L.A. to Seoul, homie
West coast and u know, homie (and you know)
We get dough, homie
It feel good when the sun on my dong, homie (Yah, yah)
We at it again with the L.A. to Seoul, homie
West coast and u know, homie (and u know)
We get dough, homie
It feel good when the sun on my dong, homie (Yaeh)

I'm ridin' wid my bro's out in L.A.
Bumpin' Ice Cube's "Today was a good day"
I'm feelin' like yae waz a good day
We smoke, laugh and made plays on how to get paid
See my baby dad (?) (wao)
See me do my damn thing
Just to maintain
I've been rollin' up all day
Goatee (?)
I wake up in the mornin' (Heh ehh yeh)
I could hear dat money callin' (blee-eep)
There ain't no holdin' (?)
Wi-cell and Ralph Laurent's
I'm out on the west side (wessst sah-eed)
And I'm looking for the best high
We L.A. the fast life
Let's make this night a great night
Ye-eh.

:::$CHORU$:::
At it again with dat L.A. to Seoul, homie
West coast and you know, homie (and u know)
We get dough, homie
It feel good when the sun on my dong, homie (Yah, yah)

We at it again with the L.A. to Seoul, homie
West coast and u know, homie (and you know)
We get dough, homie
It feel good when the sun on my dong, homie (Yeh)
(Yeh, yeh...)
(Yeh, yeh...)