Lyrics For the Homies - Kendrick Lamar
And
this
is
for
the
homies
I'm
talking
bout
the
swap
meets,
Rollie
chain-wearing
niggas
with
the
white
tee
Baby
tell
the
truth,
yeah
you
know
we...
Somebody
get
ready
to
pass
me
the
hit
of
that
endo,
I'm
tryna
get
blown
I'm
tryna
get
turned
up
like
the
fifteens
in
my
Cadillac
brown,
looking
for
E.T.
to
phone
home
Tadow,
the
flavor
I
kick
reminisce
the
good
days
Thinking
back
when
we
used
to
run
in
the
swap
meet
for
the
Rollie
chains
Pro
Club
t-shirts,
whiter
than
Anglo-Saxons
Make
it
a
1X-Tall,
crispy
with
the
cotton
fashion
That's
fashion
if
you
come
where
I'm
from
Compton
California,
one
love
to
the
murder
capital
under
the
sun
Young
niggas
running
around
the
street
with
heat
bigger
than
me
But
I
don't
trip,
I
still
dip
like
salsa
to
a
chip
Rolling
down
Rosecrans
to
scoop
up
my
man,
A-Mack
He
talking
about
some
foolishness
on
how
we
can
pick
up
on
some
hoes,
believe
that
And
so
I
scooped
him
round
3:
30
Telling
me
it's
all
good,
Tiger
Woods,
now
we
looking
for
the
+birdy+
birdies
Stopped
at
the
sto'
to
get
some
rubbers
Pulled
up
on
the
breezies,
well
what
do
you
know?
I
think
they
love
us
And
this
is
for
the
homies
I'm
talking
bout
the
swap
meets,
Rollie
chain-wearing
niggas
with
the
white
tee
Baby
tell
the
truth,
yeah
you
know
we
got
it
going
on
And
if
you
feel
good
(hey)
raise
your
hands
high
and
throw
up
your
hood
(hey)
Represent
the
city
like
you
know
you
should
(hey)
I
want
to
make
sure
that
you
understood
we
got
it
going
on
(Is
that
right?
Is
that
right?)
We
got
it
going
on
(Is
that
right?
Is
that
right?)
We
got
it
going
on
(Is
that
right?
Is
that
right?)
We
got
it
going
on
(Is
that
right?
Is
that
right?)
We
got
it
going
on
As
I
continue
my
day,
quite
copacetic
Headed
to
my
momma's
house
to
see
what
them
greens
are
talking
bout,
hungry
as
hell
Had
the
right
grub,
I
bail,
need
some
gas
ARCO
station
on
Avalon,
a
relative
hit
me
up
as
he
rolled
past
We
used
to
stand
in
line
for
Jordans,
excited
we
got
'em
Rocking
platinum
FUBU
jeans
with
rubber
bands
tied
to
the
bottom
Throwback
jerseys,
Chamberlain
and
James
Worthy
was
two
of
my
favorites
I
might
pull
out
the
green
Larry
Bird
on
special
occasions
But
anyway
I'm
steady
coasting,
smoking
on
that
Hiroshima
Ashtray
got
a
million
roaches,
I'm
focussed
but
feeling
good
The
homies
hanging
on
{?}
and
Monte
Carlos
Impalas
and
{?},
shoot
something
nigga,
break
that
fifty
I'm
grabbing
the
city
like
I'm
supposed
to
Making
my
presence/presents
felt
like
Christmas
day,
what
can
I
say?
Every
vocal
is
spoken
with
the
wisdom
of
a
G
If
you
can't
relate
then
please
have
a
seat
So,
wherever
you
located,
won't
you
let
it
be
known
and
put
on
for
the
soil
of
which
you
was
grown
I
put
on
like
brand
new
Chuck
Taylors
while
giving
you
cuts
like
fresh
tapers,
I'm
such
a
fool
with
it,
go
nuts
You
bullshitting
like
Tuck,
the
bounce
then
untuck
The
bounce
then
throw
up,
a
rare
jewel,
you
duck
Take
'em
to
school
I
must,
this
for
the
cool
in
us
This
ain't
for
you,
so
what?!
![Kendrick Lamar - Found Myself](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/e/w/m/t/UbgmNytmWe.jpg)
1 My People
2 Infamous Haze
3 Outrageous
4 Don't Understand
5 21
6 Blessed
7 Birds and the Beez
8 Rigamortus (Remix)
9 Do It Again
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