Min Homie - L.O.C.

Min homie har et gram, for han skubber dem i hekto

Han si’r at det hele er perfekt

Men jeg synes at det minder om at falde i søvn til techno

Har været ned siden dåben og viagraen den udligner coken

Så fuck om han smadrer sit lort

Når han knepper hende, så føler hun sig helt brugt og åben

Hver weekend er amatøraften

De ka' fest' to dage, vi beholder resten

Si’r du ska' cutte det lort op med noget hest

Hvis du virkelig vil helt op at flyve

Men vi' ikk' længere 27

Så det pis, det' lidt ynkeligt

Men min homie han er ægte

Ikk' nogen kvitter, når det kommer til nogle snitter

Jeg si’r dig, min homie er ægte

Min homie har en AK

Han er for gammel til at kalde det en chopper

Men har på den anden side nok nosser

Til at bruge det der lort hvis de kommer

For min homie har en plan

Lav penge lille fisse, lav, lav penge

Spark døren ind, gi' mig din coke, din hash

Og de sedler du gemmer under sengen

Ja, det pis det' så kortsigtet

Men min homie han er ægte

Broer de ska' brændes, så snart at de rammes

For fanden, min homie er ægte

Min homie fik en dom

Han grint' da de førte ham ud af retten

Han tænkt' et år fra eller til

Alt imens hans mor var helt fra den

Han laver flere penge på sin pind

End han gjorde det, før han røg ind

Ja, det eneste han savner er fisse

Så homie han ska' knep', når han kommer hjem igen

Frisk ude og popper champagne

Skubber en bil han har fra Allemagne

Alle de her piger, de' let' at imponere

Så når han først kommer, så er festen landet

Er pludselig den ældste på klubben

Men fuck det — min homie er ægte

Det' ligemeget hans datter snart har den sam' alder

Det' fordi de ikk' fatter, min homie er ægte

My homie has a gram because he pushes them in hecto

He says it's all perfect

But I think it's reminiscent of falling asleep to techno

Has been down since baptism and the viagra it offsets the coke

So fuck if he smashes his shit

When he fucks her, she feels completely used and open

Every weekend is amateur night

They can 'party' for two days, we keep the rest

Say you'll cut that shit up with some horse

If you really want to completely fly up

But we 'no longer' 27

So that shit, it's a little pathetic

But my homie he is real

No's a receipt when it comes to some cuts

I'm telling you, my homie is real

My homie has an AK

He's too old to call it a chopper

But on the other hand have enough balls

To use that shit if they come

For my homie has a plan

Make money little pussy, low, low money

Kick the door in, give me your coke, your hash

And the notes you keep under the bed

Yes, it's piss it 'so short term

But my homie he is real

Bridges they are to be burned as soon as they are hit

Hell, my homie is real

My homie got a sentence

He grinned as they led him out of court

He thought 'a year from or to

All the while his mother was completely out of it

He makes more money on his stick

Than he did before he smoked in

Yes, the only thing he misses is pussy

So homie he will 'trick' when he comes home again

Fresh outside and popping champagne

Pushing a car he has from Germany

All these girls, they 'easy' to impress

So when he first arrives, the party is over

Is suddenly the oldest at the club

But fuck it - my homie is real

No matter what, his daughter will soon be the same age

That's because they do not understand, my homie is real