[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 missed 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 tattoos? (Tattoos)
Who was you tripping with when you did them mushrooms? (Who?)
Who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends y'all)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Who loaned ya money, homie? Who owes ya cash? (Who?)
Who taught you how to use a bong for the grass? (Who?)
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 (Talk about road dogs of mine)
Our motherfucking homies, homies (Everybody know) (We throwin' up clown love signs)
Real juggalo homies, homies (Talk about road dogs of mine) (Homies for everybody)
Homies! Homies! (Man that's my dog)
[Violent J]
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like, I dunno, maybe dish washing or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega
Because he the head manager chief chili fry maker? (Woo)
All you could vision is y'all beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you're kicking 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

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?)
And when you got caught, who'd you blame that shit? (Who?)
Who can you relax around and scratch yo balls? (Who?)
Homies, I'm talkin' 'bout like you and yours!

We talkin' about homies, homies (That's right) (Talk about road dogs of mine) (Hey hey)
Our motherfucking homies, (YEAH) homies (Hey hey)

If ya don't like me you can...fuck off! (Carnival ain't for everyone) (Keep it in your clique fuck the outside baby)
If ya don't like me you can...fuck off! (Carnival ain't for everyone) (Runnin' with the homies 'til I'm old like Grady)

If ya don't like me you can... (Homies!) fuck off! (Homies!) (Carnival ain't for everyone) Keep it in your clique fuck the outside baby
If ya don't like me you can... (Homies!) fuck off! (Homies!) (Carnival ain't for everyone) Runnin' with the homies 'til I'm old like Grady
If ya don't like me you can... (Homies!) fuck off! (Homies!) (Carnival ain't for everyone) I ain't trapped in by family or my mutherfuckin' lady
If ya don't like me you can... (Homies!) fuck off! (Homies!) (Carnival ain't for everyone) Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
Homies! (Homies!) Homies! (Homies!) (Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine) (Real life juggalo)
Homies! (Homies!) Homies! (Homies!) (Throwin' up clown love signs) (Talk about homies)
Homies!