paroles de chanson This Is For The Homies - Rodney O & Joe Cooley

Clap your hands this evening, come on
This is for the homies
Clap your hands this evening, come on

Clap your hands this evening, come on
This is for the homies
Clap your hands this evening, come on

I'm Rodney O and I'm back, on a track that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my side, to support my rhymes
We clock dollars, not dimes, we rock bells and chimes
And I'm a b-boy 100%, like Moonshine
So listen up everybody, 'cause you should not miss
"As we go a little something like this"
Well I'm a true blue MC with plenty of pizzazz
(Plantin' and scratchin') is Joe's favorite task
Is he the best? Well there's no need to ask
Take a look at him as he moves fast as lightning
And you know what's so damn frightening?
You others are soft, and you still haven't ripened yet
I'm not knockin' you, I'm just rockin' to
A funky beat that is just cold sockin' you
In the face, we got pounds of bass
And check it out everybody, Joe Cooley's in the place

Clap your hands this evening, come on
This is for the homies
Clap your hands this evening, come on
This is for the homies
Clap your hands this evening, come on
Clap your hands this evening

I brought the microphone, Joe Cooley brought the mixer
I drink Coca-Cola, not hardcore liquor
'Cause I'm playin' it straight, the homies like the 8
"It's the power!" that makes it taste so great
I'm kickin' back in the hood, this beat is kickin' real good
If you was kickin' it like me, you wouldn't have to ask
Would this bass reflect, the maximum effect
This jam is for the homies, and it's comin' direct
Straight from the heart, and I will do my part
This groove has been groovin' straight from the start
This is for the homies, and the homegirls too
Joe Cooley, tell them what you want 'em to do

Say yeah, yeah, yeah
This is for the homies
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo-ho! Yeah)

I'm gettin' straight to the point
Hold a mic, not a joint
Like the end is lit up, so it's Joe and he cuts
Newmark is his brand, all gummies get canned
"This is for the homies!" is the name of this jam
We rock it like an earthquake, we're conquerin' states
Rodney O and Joe Cooley doing many tour dates
Dedicating this song, to the homies at home
This beat is on the street wherever you roam
We're household names, in the hip-hop game
So repeat after me, "Joe, scratch that thang!"

Say yeah, yeah, yeah
This is for the homies
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
This is for the homies
Yeah, yeah, yeah