"Don't Mess With Me and My Homies" - Original Song - Acousti

"Don't Mess With Me and My Homies" - Original Song - Acoustic Version

Don't Mess With Me and My Homies

Thugging out with my homies
chillin out on the west side
we got our dollar hoes and blow
As we crippin to the musac
we doing it like gangstas
with pistol guns and baseball bats

Nothing but diamond rings and
Pimping out with my bling and
my grills are made of gold and
my liquors really old
we doing it like gangstas
with machine guns and baseball caps

Don't mess with me my homies
cuz we play with little white ponies
please don't whip out your mace
Don't spray this pretty little face
Don't mess with me my homies
Cuz we still live at home with our mommies
and I don't want to have to cry, anymore

My homie tells me
grandma with a gigabyte
honey money funny
Makes so sense but
it sounds kinda funny
I just rhymed funny with funny
But that isn't really funny at all

Anyways, I'm the hot stuff
I'm the illest, I rock the night clubs
All the girls wanna grind up against me
As I'm holding my coke and rum
I'm gangsta but you know that
I'm tougher than a FORD pick up truck

Chorus

Or else, I'll stab you, kill you, put you in a coffin
and burn your house down

just kidding

--------------------

http://www.myspace.com/davidchoimusic

Tags: