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Juggalo Homies Lyrics
(Rude Boy)
"Hey what up ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll to know something man, ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh, bye we'll talk later. Peace
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Let me ask you this life we live
And let me try to swerve some 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 (mutha fucka)?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact 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 whothe fuck threw up all over you car and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
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 you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room
Chorus:
We talkin' about HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our mutha fuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
homies homies
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega, because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down, your homies standin' on his back while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though, I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your piercings 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, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours
Chorus:
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and Juggalos: (Lavender Rain - She Loves You Real - Oshideous 2:12 - Roy Sota FX)
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
Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child of Twiztid:
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose and if you step to one of us, you better step 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 the sky's the limit and we ain't finished, and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it 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 with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love ya'll, hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and the Juggalos:
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
I ain't talkin' bout my family or my mother fuckin' lady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
"Hey what up ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll to know something man, ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh, bye we'll talk later. Peace
Let me ask you this life we live
And let me try to swerve some 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 (mutha fucka)?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact 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 whothe fuck threw up all over you car and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
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 you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room
We talkin' about HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our mutha fuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
homies homies
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega, because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down, your homies standin' on his back while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though, I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your piercings 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, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and Juggalos: (Lavender Rain - She Loves You Real - Oshideous 2:12 - Roy Sota FX)
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 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 the sky's the limit and we ain't finished, and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it 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 with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love ya'll, hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
I ain't talkin' bout my family or my mother fuckin' lady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
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This 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.
I 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.
juggalos and juggalettes everywhere what this is talkin about.. one big fkin 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 fkers.
I 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 :-/
everything 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
Twiztid isn't a band. They are also a rap duo consisting of only Jamie Madrox and Monoxide child. However, Zug Izland is a band and a sick one at that but they sold out. Originally they were Violent J's creation, he assembled the band and wrote most of the lyrics for the first album "Cracked Tiles". Then they made a second album 3:33 which wasn't too bad. Then they left Psychopathic Records and sold out and to be honest I can't stand any of their newer material but i'll always love that first album, I listen to it more than...
Twiztid isn't a band. They are also a rap duo consisting of only Jamie Madrox and Monoxide child. However, Zug Izland is a band and a sick one at that but they sold out. Originally they were Violent J's creation, he assembled the band and wrote most of the lyrics for the first album "Cracked Tiles". Then they made a second album 3:33 which wasn't too bad. Then they left Psychopathic Records and sold out and to be honest I can't stand any of their newer material but i'll always love that first album, I listen to it more than I probably should.
This 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-
My 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.
You 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.
I agree with UwASToLdWronG
this is where ICP lost the few fans they had