Lyric Dead Homiez
[Verse One:]
Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don t ask why? Cause I m down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)
I tell ya life ain t shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)
And it s getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I m through (whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...
[Verse Two:]
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown [three gun shots]
And his mother is at the funeral, havin a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted [two gun shots]
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you re six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
Cause nobody really ever know
When it s gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin mouth if I don t know (Word!)
Cause that s what Pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez
[Verse Three:]
I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it s "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain t the one to front
Seems like I m viewin a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin ain t right
When it s a tragedy, that s the only time that the family s tight
Lovin each other in a caring mood
There s lots of people and lots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you re tryin
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin ?
So that s why Ice Cube s dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.
Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don t ask why? Cause I m down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)
I tell ya life ain t shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)
And it s getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I m through (whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...
[Verse Two:]
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown [three gun shots]
And his mother is at the funeral, havin a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted [two gun shots]
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you re six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
Cause nobody really ever know
When it s gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin mouth if I don t know (Word!)
Cause that s what Pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez
[Verse Three:]
I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it s "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain t the one to front
Seems like I m viewin a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin ain t right
When it s a tragedy, that s the only time that the family s tight
Lovin each other in a caring mood
There s lots of people and lots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you re tryin
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin ?
So that s why Ice Cube s dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.
