(Pump funk fo the people)



Yeah

Come around my way



Come around my way

It's the Big Ill with the Al



(This is for the homies)



[ VERSE 1: Al Skratch ]

I got a letter from my homie Big Ill in the mail

It said: Use your head, Al, stay away from jail

Cause ah, it ain't for you and ah, it ain't for me

I tell you now it ain't the place you wanna be

So I keep to myself nowadays

Lay back, recline and get paid from my phrase

Sometimes I get caught in a deep thought

As I drink a quart of the cold old dog that I bought

The more I drink, the more I start to think of him

Locked up in the clink, will he sink or swim?

I'm what they call the rap rebel Madball

I'm nice with the dice, watch em bounce off the wall

I come to your party, bounce through with my crew

We pourin out some brew for some homies that we knew

I'm searchin for my homie but he can't be found

I wanna give him a pound and let him know that he's down



Where the homies

Creepin through the hood

Where my homies

Come around my way

Aiyo up to no good



(Where my homies)

Where they at, where they at

(Creepin through the neighborhood

For all those good times we had together

This song is for the homies

This is for the homies)



[ VERSE 2: Big Ill the Mack ]

Well, it's Big Ill, the Babblin Bum, the bum that's babblin

Don't try to step to this, my fist be travellin

Unravellin, land on the gravel when you fall

Yes yes y'all, I travel through the messhall

Now where my homie, I'm by my lonely

I shoulda listened to what my mama told me







But it's too late, I'm upstate pumpin weight cause I'm frail

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