Album Songs

  • Trapped
  • Brenda''s Got A Baby
  • Young Black Male
  • Soulja''s Story
  • I Don''t Give A Fuck
  • Violent
  • Words Of Wisdom
  • Something Wicked
  • Crooked Ass Nigga
  • If My Homie Calls
  • Tha Lunatic
  • Rebel Of The Underground
  • Part Time Mutha

  • Artists > 2pac > 2Pacalypse Now > If My Homie Calls




    [Verse One:]



    Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee

    We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G

    Back in the days we played practical jokes on

    everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on

    All through high school, girls by the dozens

    Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn''t

    But like the old saying goes

    Times goes on, and everybody grows

    Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways

    You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays

    In many ways we were paid in the old days

    So far away from the crazies with AK''s

    And though I been around clowning with the Underground

    I''m still down with my homies from the hometown

    And if you need, need anything at all

    I drop it all for y''all, if my homies call



    [Verse Two:]



    It''s a shame, you chose the dope game

    Now you slang cane on the streets with no name

    It was plain that your aim was mo'' cane

    You got game now you run with no shame

    I chose rappin tracks to make stacks

    In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats

    But now I don''t wanna down my homie

    No matter how low you go you''re not lowly

    And I, hear that you made a few enemies

    But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

    If you need my assistance there''ll be no resistance

    I''ll be there in an instant

    Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover

    I''d be no different than the other

    H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E

    I''m down to the E-N-D

    Cause it''s a fall in no time at all

    I''m down for y''all, when my homies call

    Word, if my homies call



    [Verse Three:]



    Well it''s ninety-one and I''m livin kinda swell now

    But I hear that you''re going through some hell pal

    But life makin records ain''t easy

    It ain''t what I expected it''s hectic it''s sleazy

    But I guess that the streets is harder

    Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather

    My homies is making it elsewhere

    Striving, working nine to five with no health care

    We both had dreams of being great

    But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped

    It''s fate, it wasn''t my choice to make

    To be great, I''m giving it all it takes

    Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

    I gotta take, my place or fall from grace

    The foolish way, the pace is quick and great

    Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat

    But my homie would never do me wrong

    That''s why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it''s on

    No matter who the foe they must fall

    Us against them all I''m down to brawl if my homies call