Dead Homies Goodie Mob
"Dead Homies" by Goodie Mob, released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of loss, grief, and the struggles of living in a harsh environment. The lyrics reflect on the impact of violence and the memories of friends who have passed away. Its unique blend of soulful melodies and poignant storytelling resonates deeply within the hip-hop community, highlighting the importance of remembrance and resilience.
Ha ha
Yeah
What's happening world
This is for all my homeboys who didn't get to see a new year
Yeah, yo
[Hook] X 2
This for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor, and roll up swisher smoke
[Big Gipp]
The hood has changed since you left, man
I see your mom and dad got a new jag
Little Jason work at Papa John's, saw your other brother Kelly
In the basement at Killer Bee's house
Tuesday night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, big screen
You know how these Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall riding bicycles in the trails behind
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like BMX's
Your first car was a Honda, my first car was a rabbit
Cut parties with a tall can or something
Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, that old girl
She always fell, drunk off the pink champell
Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence with you
Hoping that these words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother
Went to prison last week, since he been in we barely speak
Yeah
What's happening world
This is for all my homeboys who didn't get to see a new year
Yeah, yo
[Hook] X 2
This for my homeboys dead and gone
Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor, and roll up swisher smoke
[Big Gipp]
The hood has changed since you left, man
I see your mom and dad got a new jag
Little Jason work at Papa John's, saw your other brother Kelly
In the basement at Killer Bee's house
Tuesday night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, big screen
You know how these Eastpoint vets do
Can you recall riding bicycles in the trails behind
Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like BMX's
Your first car was a Honda, my first car was a rabbit
Cut parties with a tall can or something
Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, that old girl
She always fell, drunk off the pink champell
Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence with you
Hoping that these words get to you in good spirit
Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother
Went to prison last week, since he been in we barely speak
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