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letra de my homie - big hoodoo

[intro]
h-llo, boys and girls, welcome to storytime!
we got a good, juicy one for you today!
you’re gonna love it!
it’s about (hoodoo!)

[verse 1: big hoodoo]
we was both eighteen, fresh outta high school
didn’t give a f-ck about sh-t, we were straight fools
me and my homie was always together
two real-ass n-ggas that was down for whatever
you never could’ve told me that i was gon’ lose ’em
his suicide note said “the world is confusin'”
f-cked up, now i’m at the funeral, flippin’
in the back with a fifth and i’m steadily sippin’
goin’ deep into a trance, wishin’ i had the chance
to find out what was goin’ on with his head
but i can ask homie when i bring him back from the dead
it’s a risky spell though; one that i dread

[chorus: big hoodoo & violent j]
my homie (he ain’t the same anymore)
my homie
we don’t even kick it like we used to, [?]
you actin’ funny style like you never was my homie
my homie (he ain’t the same anymore)
my homie
we don’t even kick it like we used to, [?]
you actin’ funny style like you never was my homie
[verse 2: big hoodoo]
i’m in the bas-m-nt, with 300 candles burnin’
sayin’ verses out the book while the pages turnin’
now i add what can make the dead walk the streets
four ingredients i had to save up for weeks (uh)
first, i had to get an ancient lotus flower
then a handful of hoodoo’s magic powder
there’s a few things that i can’t reveal about the spell
but the last thing i added was a gator’s toenail
no sooner than i finished, a thud at the door
it was my homie buddy, seemed different from before
i paid it no attention, told him how much i missed him
and that he made a dumb, f-ckin’ stupid-ass decision

[verse 3: big hoodoo]
we used to joke all the time, now he’s always silent
all he wants to do is wile out and be violent
he walks with a limp and his arm’s real stiff
but he’s still my homie, so i don’t give a sh-t
i take him out and try to get him hoes at the club
but for some reason, they don’t wanna show my homie love
you think he looks ill, but that’s still my dude
he moans real loud and thinks people are food
i bring hoes around, he wanna eat ’em, not f-ck ’em
he tried to bite me once, now i know i can’t trust him
i should’ve f-ckin’ known, he was better off dead
.45 to his dome, blew off his head
[chorus: big hoodoo & violent j]
my homie (he ain’t the same anymore)
my homie
we don’t even kick it like we used to, [?]
you actin’ funny style like you never was my homie
my homie (he ain’t the same anymore)
my homie
we don’t even kick it like we used to, [?]
you actin’ funny style like you never was my homie

[outro: big hoodoo]
the moral of the story is…
my homie was a b-tch for what he did
there was nothin’ i could do about it

- big hoodoo

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