You know what I'm saying?
There's a lot of things going on
You know, you've got to stay strong
You've got to be right! (My homeboys)
Keep your mind right
You know what I'm saying Eastwood?
Don't play too many games
You know it's like a generation gap
(My homeboys)
There's a lot of things going on
You've got to keep your head right
That's what Pac used to tell us (My homeboys)
You've got to think towards the future
That's what Pac used to tell us
You know what I mean, Eastwood? (My homeboys)
If Pac was here you know what he'd say?

I ain't shit without my homeboys
Rather be buried than see us parted
Keep 'em close to my heart
'cause we the ones that got this shit started
You recollect we used to bust on snitches
Nobody comes before my niggas
Fuck all you bitches
All my homeboys are self-sufficient
So we suspicious of you scandalous tricks
Got the police taking our pictures
Love to hang out on the corner
But we known to ride
Me and my motherfucking homeboys down to die
For each other 'cause we
Closer than brothers, it's like we kin
We known for getting the party popping
When my squad walks in
Throw up your hands, baby, buy me a drink
Stop acting phony
Don't forget to bring something
For all my homies
To know me is to love a thug
Nigga to the fullest Ducking bullets
Snatching guns when these trick
Niggas pull it
Handle my business like a professional
The whole world know me
But I ain't shit without my fucking homies
Me and my fucking homies

Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)
Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)

Well, I'm the E and I bang with the Row
To the 'Wood rolling the Gestapo!
I'm a self made rider of many
Catch us hanging at your
Local club, thugged out, guzzling Remy
I'm the reason why your heat don't work
Most of you cowards and
When it comes to hammers
You can't work the jerk
I'm frontline with the homies, and
I ain't gonna' lie, i keeps it real
I'm pushing big body Benz on
Them big boy rims
We're fifty deep in SUV's full of ammo
With Death Row medallions
Call us the Row Sopranos
We keep it packing what's happening?
We've got them chrome toys
Me and my homies got a
Force that you can't ignore slip me the 9
I'm ready to ride for my homeboys
Yeah, with Death Row
It's do or die with my homeboys
That's on grandma, 'til my soul is free
I'ma smash for the homies
Hope they smash for me

Yeah finally, a record with Pac
And a real one that he really rolled with
From here to the Brazilians
I'll leave you soaking wet
I got a simple homicidal Tourette
The line gets pushed 'til y'all respect
Or fall, lose your life
Sight and all your breath
To all y'all busters all across the globe
Kick back and let the real ones roll
I've got a military mind frame
I've got a military artillery mind frame
I'm about to show you how a real hood ride
Mayne
Switch it in and out, go for the second lane
Me and my homeboys do
So many different things
Some love to pimp, and some gang bang
We keep it G no matter what
I thought you knew about us
Me and all the homies
Y'all can't live without us

Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)
Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)

I gotta roll like a real hood
Through the streets
Pac, Gotti, and Eastwood
Let's just rack it all up
Let's see who's the best, come
To my Waco, Texas, gotti Koresh
'Bout to ride on bustas
And accept nothing less
And smother y'all like as if Pac never left
I can see you in disguise when
I look in your eyes
If Pac were alive, half of y'all woulda died

Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)
Back to back, together forever we stand
And if you're down for your homies
Let me see your hands
Two-step with me, left to right
Me and my homies keep it popping all night
(My homeboys)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): NATE DOGG, PRIEST J. BROOKS, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR