Home Sweet Homies (Original and ...

One thing they don't tell ya when ya livin alone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

I thought that all the green gold had finally gone to my head,

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Roslanskeet trippin when I get down,

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Pop a squat sitting on a Gucci couch

Bitches sittin on a sub, now her booty's loud.

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Now Miley Cyrus finally got a smokin ass.

And if I pour some alize in my cereal,

Studies show I'll get fucked up and then play Nintendo.

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

I don't wanna leave the house I got

Hold the mike I gotta rip it while it's hot, Skeet drop

 

Man, if I'd've known living alone was so dope,

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Cause now I know I can smoke until my throat dries out,

Or snort a line of coke through my nose and not have to worry if my mom finds out.

It's like I'm living the high life now, if I wanna get high right now,

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

The only problem is when I'm hungry and there's only Ramen in the cupboard,

And I'm all out of money cause I bought drugs for some party,

So now I'm starving cause I didn't learn how to cook and no one ever taught me,

Life's hard sometimes, but I know my homies got me,

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

And make a vegetarian turn into a veterinarian

To slaughter cows like a barbarian just for a taste again.

 

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.