paroles de chanson 5 Ways - Homixide Gang

(Y'all tuning in to my Nigga artist, fuck nigga)
(Fuck outta here), (artist)
(Gang, Homixide, gang)

Yeah, light ice in my codeine (what?)
Sellin' white to the dope Fiend (what?)
Niggas fed, those the police, yeah (what?)
Catchin' these plays with this ice on my neck
Ten on my waist, now we ready for war (ready for war)
We step on them boys while they claim it's a war
We spin a ho down, we don't play with lil' boys

Yeah, rockstar livin', my swag
Rockstar livin', my bag
I let a lil' ho do my tats, shit (what?)
I pat her on the ass (what?)

You show out, lil' bitch (you show out, lil' bitch)
Yeah, I'm cummin' real fast (what?)
Yeah, you showed out, lil' bitch (you showed out, lil' bitch)
Yeah, I hit that shit from the back (what?)

Yeah, you cummin' real quick (you cummin' real quick)
Now I gotta get this cash, yeah
I gotta get it quick (I gotta get it quick)
Now I gotta get this cash, yeah (what?)
I gotta get it quick

A key to my heart, bring a pound of that Tris'
I ain't sippin' no Wock, I don't smoke on no brick (what?)
Lil' bro on the Bond, yeah, he trap through the fence
He don't care what it is, he trap in this bitch
He don't care what it is, he takin' these risks
He don't care what it is, got a shank in this bitch

Glock in the sock, yeah, he ready to kill
Homixide Gang, yeah, we ready to drill (what?)
Yeah, Homixide Gang, we ready to steal (homixide, homixide)
Homixide Gang, we ready to kill (homixide, homixide)
Homixide Gang, we ready to drill (homixide, homixide)
Yeah, Homixide Gang, we really steal (homixide, homixide)
Homixide Gang, we really drill (homixide, homixide)
Homixide, put 'em on Fox, for real (homixide, homixide)

Yeah, ain't no cap in my rhymes (what?)
Ain't no bap in my rhymes (what?)
And I'm bangin' big five, yeah (Snotty, yeah)
Hit a block then rewind, yeah
And we smokin' H5, yeah
Big bliff tear the sky, yeah

I'm smokin' H5
I'm chiefin' on brick, got me floatin' around (gang)
Just give us a day to rock out
I'm bringin' my gang and we hopped in the crowd
Lil' man let go, shootin' that fire
He a fool with the hammer, tuck the 30's all around
We ain't shootin' no pounds
We gon' catch 'em, walk down (homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide)
Broad daylight, gang gunned that shit down

I snotted a nigga out with this ice in my neck
Got baguettes on the upside down crosses, she wet
Lil' mama keep callin', she sayin' that she wet
Lil' mama keep callin', she sayin' that she wet
Rockstar in my vein
Rau, Rau, Pow, Ran', Pow (Rau)
(Rockstar in my vein)
(Rau, Rau, Pow, Ran', Pow)
Homixide, Homixide, gang

Yeah, light ice in my codeine (what?)
Sellin' white to the dope Fiend (what?)
Niggas fed, those the police, yeah (what?)
Catchin' these plays with this ice on my neck

Ten on my waist, now we ready for war (ready for war)
We step on them boys while they claim it's a war
We spin a ho down, we don't play with lil' boys

Yeah, rockstar livin', my swag
Rockstar livin', my bag
I let a lil' ho do my tats, shit (what?)
I pat her on the ass (what?)
You show out, lil' bitch (you show out, lil' bitch)
Yeah, I'm cummin' real fast (what?)
Yeah, you showed out, lil' bitch (you showed out, lil' bitch)
Yeah, I hit that shit from the back