"Juggalo Homies" as written by Michael John Jr. Puwal, Joseph Bruce and William Dail....
(I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you
You all know you're my homies
And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!)

Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ?
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)

Who loaned you money, homie?
Who owes you cash? (Who?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?)
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room

We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And then you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker)
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft

When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?)
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?)
Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours

We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We mackin' on the galaxy
'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it

Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It jacket"
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic)

We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real life Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady

You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
I ain't trapped in my family by my muthafuckin lady
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy


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"Juggalo Homies" as written by Michael John Jr. Puwal Joseph Bruce

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    General CommentThis song is all about unity between friends and who'd do shit for who. If only my friends were really down with each other like it goes in this song.
    MrKASADYon June 28, 2003   Link
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    General CommentI only have like 3 homies who are like this. Other then that, everyone else I know does the whole fake friendship of "shes not around, i hate her, oh shit, there she is lets love her!" . I always listen to this song with my homies.
    Twiztid-Juggaletteon April 18, 2004   Link
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    General Commentjuggalos and juggalettes everywhere what this is talkin about.. one big f**kin family... i know. MY firend just filled me in on the whole ICP story line and such, and i sat through a siminar tape... i cant call myself a juggalette, but i gotta say... i give u all mad props... u all are loyal mother f**kers.
    sweethartluky13on June 18, 2004   Link
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    General CommentI only have 1 Homie. the part of the song that goes... "When you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room" that actually happene to me, but I was the one in the other room :-/
    Twiztid ABKon October 15, 2004   Link
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    General Commenteverything but the Puking in the car and the sex was true cause no one but her younger brother was in the house... fuck i would get aressted for any Homie i got... but i have to agree when he says you don't like me you can fuck off so fuckin true if you don't like me you can fuck off.... but Twiztid the band is better than ICP i think and same with Zug Izland
    oldskoolpunker23on November 08, 2004   Link
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    General CommentThis song's all about homies a.k.a friends a.k.a family. ABK: "Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside, baby" means fuck the outside world, you've got your homies and that's all that should matter. -Mal-
    Hatchette36on December 26, 2004   Link
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    General CommentMy grandmother is more hardcore than ICP. I see ICP as a huge joke, because it is. BUT- with these low expectations, I thoroughly enjoy "homies." I don't smoke pot or drink or party or anything like that, but that's not the point of this song, friends really do make the world go around, and it's good to recognize that. That being said, if you refer to your friends as "homies" and you're not black and/or from the deep inner city, you are most probably a tool.
    cptjack0sparrow0on January 03, 2005   Link
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    General CommentYou don't party basically stating you don't have any friends and if you do they are probably all complete bitches with no outside life therefore you have no say in a song about homies and have no right in calling anyone else a tool so suck my dick faggot. ICP comes original. Respect it.
    UwASToLdWronGon January 14, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI agree with UwASToLdWronG
    DEATHCUT_666on February 04, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthis is where ICP lost the few fans they had
    D4MVPon February 13, 2006   Link

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