Juggalo Homies song by Insane Clown Posse from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rock, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Juggalo Homies Meaning
| [[Intro: Rude Boy] 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 [Verse 1: Violent J] 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 miss you so much why don’t they just call in? (Motherfucker!) 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, third cousins get outta here Who was you with when you got tatoos? Who was you tripping 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) [Pre-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Who loaned ya money, homie? Who owes ya cash? Who taught you how to use a bong for the grass? I don’t know much but I gotta assume When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room , [Chorus] We talkin’ about homies, homies (Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine) Our motherfuckin’ homies, homies (That’s my dog) (We throwin’ up Clown Love signs) Real Juggalo homies, homies (Talk ’bout the road dogs of mine) (Homies for everybody) Homies, homies (Man, that’s my dog) [Verse 2: Violent J] Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like, I dunno, maybe dish washing or fucking flipping fries Then you’ve got this boss who thinks he’s the Don Mega Because he the head manager chief chili fry maker All you could vision is ya’ll beating him down Your homies standing on his back while you’re kickin’ his head around But responsibility is there, I can’t lie, though I’d have been plucked his fucking eyeball out with a chicken bone Crazy as fuck I’ll rip your piercings off And now my homies are holding me back so I don’t look soft [Pre-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] When you snuck the car out who did you get? And when you got caught, on who’d you blame that shit? Who you relax around and scratch yo balls? Homies, I’m talking about like you and yours! , [Chorus] We talkin’ about homies, homies (That’s right) (Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine) Our motherfuckin’ homies, homies (Everybody, what) (We throwin’ up Clown Love signs) Real Juggalo homies, homies (Everybody, what) (Talk ’bout the road dogs of mine) (Yeah, yeah) Homies, homies (Hey, hey, hey) [Post-Chorus] You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside, baby) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Runnin’ with the homies ’til I’m old like [?]) [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Me and my homies stay tight like a noose And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew I never knew that I could depend That I could have some friends that’s down til the very end Well that’s my home boys, excuse me, my family And when we conquer the world We macking on the galaxy cause the skys the limit And we ain’t finished And if my homies gonna ride ya know I’m with it , [Verse 4: Monoxide] 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 worldwide, 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 grey like grandpas [Chorus] (Psychopathic) Homies, homies (Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine) My motherfuckin’ homies, homies (Hey, hey) (We throwin’ up Clown Love signs) Real Juggalo homies, homies (Talk about the road dogs of mine) (Hell yeah) (Juggalo homies) Homies, homies (Hey, hey, hey) [Post-Chorus] You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside, baby) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Runnin’ with the homies ’til I’m old like [?]) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (I ain’t talkin’ ’bout my family or my motherfuckin’ lady) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Swingin’ hatchets on the daily with my crew out Detroit) [Chorus] Our motherfuckin’ homies, homies (Yeah) (Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine) Real life Juggalo homies, homies (Hey, hey) (We throwin’ up Clown Love signs) (Juggalo homies) Homies, homies (Talk about the road dogs of mine) (East side, west side) Homies, homies (North side, south side) [Post-Chorus] You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (For real, we ain’t got nothin’ but love) (World wide, world wide, baby) (Put that on yo mama) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Twiztid, Legz Diamond, Insane Clown Posse, Rude Boy) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) (Zug Izland, Mike Peezy, Blaze) You don’t like me you can fuck on! (Carnival ain’t for everyone) ([?], Anybody Killa, Jumpsteady)] |
