For The Homies

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Baby, can I whoop for you? Can I shoot for you? Can I take you down the Brims or the Deuce for you? Got some homies from my hood that'll shoot for me Point 'em out right there, now the troops on 'em I'm a boss, I just big it and record music I don't gotta say much, let these whores do it This that '96 Impala, this that Ford music Monte Carlo baby black, watch me go nupid This remind me when Craig rapped about Nupy And the fin all ragged and Lil Two whoop it My generation, shit, that had to be like tiny rest I pour a four out of that purple, then I take a sip (Bubblegum) This here the homies who ain't here, let mе pour a beer All the gangsters locked up with thеm tatooed tears When they let you out the cage, we gon' be right here Free Wee, shit, he got about a couple years [Chorus] (Groove for you) I wanna play, I wanna play a (Can I?) (Play a groove for you) This for my motherfuckin' homies (Can I play?) (Play a groove for you) I said I wanna play a what? (Can I?) (Play a groove for you) This for my motherfuckin' homies [Verse 2] Baby, can you whoop for me? Can you shoot for me? Can you get it out a trick, bring the loot for me? I'm a rare unicorn with a true story Full of blood, sweat, and tears, guts and glory This for the Bloods on the tiers, level-four homies Who tryna make it back home to they baby mamas This for the YGs drinkin' lean, tryna cope with trauma Shit, I wrote this off a bar, put that on my mama I been dealin' with some shit, yeah, I come from Bompton No handguns, they be pullin' up with choppers No drive-bys, they gon' handle shit in walk-ups Last thing that I want is to be chalked up I done lost too many people to the block fonk I done dodged too many bullets to get caught up I be in the hills like a mobster The last time I beefed, slim full, we ate pasta [Chorus] (Groove for you) I wanna play, I wanna play a (I wanna play a groove for you) This for my motherfuckin' homies (Play a groove for you) I said I wanna play a what? (I wanna play a groove for you, for you) This for my motherfuckin' homies [Outro] Yeah, man, for all my dead homies All my homies locked up, you know what I'm sayin'? All my day ones, you know what I'm sayin'? I just wanna play a groove for you, you know what I'm sayin'? P Worthy and DJ Quik It's a Westside thing, though Rosecrans, yeah