Homey G Dog Lyrics

I remember back in May when we met on that fateful day
You said you listen to all punk rock, I said "Well that fucking rocks"
But lately girl we haven't talked, we haven't spoke, and why the fuck not?
I found out at the show . . . when you weren't there all alone . . .

1,2,3,4!!!

It got way too much to carry
My thumbs began to hurt, I might sound a jerk
But you mean nothing to me no more Carrie
Now you're with that guy, with the hair and the fucked up eyes

I went to the show with my bestest friend
I saw you over there, kissin' him
Not my friend, some dumbfuck guy
Looked at my friend, he asked me why
Last time I saw you up here
You let me suck your boobs my dear
Now you're fuckin' some homey guy . . .

You broke my heart too long ago
Asked you out, you told me no
Wasn't it you who said
You'd rather be dead
Then have sex with a homey guy?
Then why you think this one's so fly?
And I see him with his boxers out
His faggot Fubu jeans pulled down
You used to be a punker chick
Now you say punk sucks your dick

What the hell happened to you?
What exactly does he do?
Does he get you soaking wet
When he plays his homey shit?

When exactly did you just fall from grace
And fall in love with his gold-grilled face?

You used to mean so much to me
But fuck you now, you're a homie
Carrie, you meant the world to me . . .
But fuck you now, you're a homie