The Little Homie In My Tummy Lyrics

And I woke up on my cousin's floor,
We were up with Bacardi,
Put some shoes on and walked to school,
I was two hours tardy.
My classes are boring,
Especially sober,
I hate school,
I wish it was over, was over.
Met him up at Cooley Lake,
The fire was just dying.
Made some more woods and put them on,
Then I tried to start crying.
Then after the last dance,
He gave a champ beating,
He left town,
The other guy laid there, just bleeding.

It was the boy from Navajoland,
But he don't need to know,
Everything will be alright,
If I can get up the hill,
The little homie,
In my tummy,
Is down for whatever,
I wanna go to the party,
I wanna stay there forever.

Spent a week at my Auntie's house,
Where the water was running,
Uncle Ronnie got G'd out,
He screamed the soldiers are coming.
We found him the next day,
Near the casino,
All beat up in the back of some white guy's El Camino.
Drove around in Alfred's Impala,
We fucked by the river,
He said, â??Your belly's gettin big.â?
I said, â??Your belly's still bigger.â?
She came two months early,
Four pounds and shitty,
I loved her sure,
But I wished she was pretty,
Was pretty.

It was the boy from Navajoland . . . .
But he don't need to know,
Everything will be alright,
If I can get up the hill,
The little homie,
In my tummy,
Is down for whatever,
I wanna go to the party,
I wanna stay there forever.

Scored two thirty-packs of
Natural Ice,
Late last evening,
Musta blacked out,
When I woke up,
She wasn't breathing.