This Is For The Homies

Clap your hands this evening, come on
 This is for the homies
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 This is for the homies
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 I'm Rodney O and I'm back, on a track that's not wack
 And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
 So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
 And General Jeff is by my side, to support my rhymes
 We clock dollars, not dimes, we rock bells and chimes
 And I'm a b-boy 100%, like Moonshine
 So listen up everybody, 'cause you should not miss
 "As we go a little something like this"
 Well I'm a true blue MC with plenty of pizzazz
 (Plantin' and scratchin') is Joe's favorite task
 Is he the best? Well there's no need to ask
 Take a look at him as he moves fast as lightning
 And you know what's so damn frightening?
 You others are soft, and you still haven't ripened yet
 I'm not knockin' you, I'm just rockin' to
 A funky beat that is just cold sockin' you
 In the face, we got pounds of bass
 And check it out everybody, Joe Cooley's in the place
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 This is for the homies
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 This is for the homies
 Clap your hands this evening, come on
 Clap your hands this evening
 I brought the microphone, Joe Cooley brought the mixer
 I drink Coca-Cola, not hardcore liquor
 'Cause I'm playin' it straight, the homies like the 8
 "It's the power!" that makes it taste so great
 I'm kickin' back in the hood, this beat is kickin' real good
 If you was kickin' it like me, you wouldn't have to ask
 Would this bass reflect, the maximum effect
 This jam is for the homies, and it's comin' direct
 Straight from the heart, and I will do my part
 This groove has been groovin' straight from the start
 This is for the homies, and the homegirls too
 Joe Cooley, tell them what you want 'em to do
 Say yeah, yeah, yeah
 This is for the homies
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo-ho! Yeah)
 I'm gettin' straight to the point
 Hold a mic, not a joint
 Like the end is lit up, so it's Joe and he cuts
 Newmark is his brand, all gummies get canned
 "This is for the homies!" is the name of this jam
 We rock it like an earthquake, we're conquerin' states
 Rodney O and Joe Cooley doing many tour dates
 Dedicating this song, to the homies at home
 This beat is on the street wherever you roam
 We're household names, in the hip-hop game
 So repeat after me, "Joe, scratch that thang!"
 Say yeah, yeah, yeah
 This is for the homies
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah!)
 This is for the homies
 Yeah, yeah, yeah