Homie Hoppaz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Frozolid] Man, it feels like every other chick I came in contact with like my homies Now that a kid got a little bit of success all the bitches wanna do is blow me Met me 'fore I ever had a show piece, huffing on pot, my friends but mostly by my lonely Had some crazy thoughts, bitch is bad as shit, but now I've grown to see (To see) E-e-e-e-evil, not only humanity deep in the hole, the world my G Are you mad at me? Are you glad to be a part of the group The Homie Hoppaz? It seems like you asked to be you nasty freak With crew stains all up on your ass cheek Roll around town to get your ass beat Probably a few of my homies hit in the past week [Chorus: Frozolid] She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Looking for the rock to ride along, saying "Please don't hurt me" She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Looking for the rock to ride along, saying "Please don't hurt me" [Verse 2: Frozolid] I really don't know what to do anymore That chick got me chilling with her wazoo Has goo from banging around like a chore, round like a chore I'm not a Pyru but I can tell you I hella like it when these bitches bleed blood No time to move when a female has you stuck and needs you to seize love like a trick (Trick) Don't feel the same way, she'd rather roll in town and get beat up By one of the homies the same day that y'all just planned to meet up Stupid señorita, feeble supply You're high with the mean Cannabis Sativa Better give me brain before I take it cuz the bud that you're puffing ain't free green stuff (Green stuff) Now when I wake up on the morning, got my Dickey's on the dope, XL shirt to match (Shirt to match) These bitches fiending for the weener like a coke-head needing ciggies or coke for the nicotine patch But they're catching balls like an NFL quarterback Leave these dudes rolling up and another quarter bag I can leave you my number with you hopping me, grinding I can guarantee that you can never get a hold of that (Get a hold of that) [Chorus: Frozolid] She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Looking for the rock to ride along, saying "Please don't hurt me" [Verse 3: Frozolid] She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Bitch, get away from me or we'll leave you cold and bloodied, her really hurting Like when you were jumping up and down at my homie while me and Lazy L were busy perching All of this pot, all of this blood in a murderous spot, show me no love You were cock-surfing Give you all I got, you gave no fucks Now I gotta chop all you chickens up cuz it seems like you're purposely cursing Everything I ever tried to start with any chick is legs spread apart, sore and hurting She's passed back then and even currently It's a reoccurring thing, she catch more waves than the current would in the sea [Chorus: Frozolid] She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Looking for the rock to ride along, saying "Please don't hurt me" She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty She's lurking, she's searching, looking really thirsty Looking for the rock to ride along, saying "Please don't hurt me"