Songtext:
Hey homeboy you got twenty bucks I could borrow man? Klebefolien Transparent Ah, you're broke huh? Right on, that's cool man Hey homeboy what about you holmes? You always got some weed holmes Can you spot me a twenty? I'll pay you back ey Come on, I'll pay you back guey
My Impala hasn't moved in weeks Simon I'm feeling kind of shitty homeboy, this is weak I gotta get a twenty to get me through the day Because you all know I love it when I feel this way Without my ride ese how am I gonna get by? That's why I need a twenty holmes so I can get high But everybody that I'm talking to, they claim is dry I know you got some in there ese don't lie That's the last time that I'll ever kick you down What goes around comes around, I'll catch you on the rebound Next time I'm smoking and you wanna smoke I'ma laugh like someone told a funny joke Damn what a fucked up day If I only had a twenty things would be ok But no one wants to front me or let me borrow I don't think I can wait until tomorrow, fuck these vatos
[Chorus x2] I drive thirty down the highway I got hydraulic fluid leaking down my driveway I got a big chrome bill that I can't pay Hey homeboy can I get a twenty, pay you back ey, pay you back guey
Damn it's a fucking shame All these silly levas wanna play these silly games Trying to play Lil' Rob for a little lame Had to run vato over like a fucking train, Goddang Still didn't get none though Why not? Because he really didn't have none bro My bad, hey homeboy let me help you up I know you don't have no weed, but you got twenty bucks, that I could borrow I'd gladly pay you back tomorrow But if not then I'll pay you back the day that follows Cuz times are getting rough for this young Chicano I don't think I can last another aņo, like a person baņo '91, '92, '93, '94, '95, '96, plus four more That's how long I've been rapping, how could I let this happen If I had twenty bones holmes I wouldn't be asking
[Chorus x2]
Stranded with no place to go Unless I take the bus, but I don't got no cambio Thinking to myself what kind of friends are these Obviously the kind that I'll never need I'll see you later when you need a favor, remember when I needed twenty bones homeboy where were you then? I'm about to take it old school and pull myself a beer run But they closed down the liquor store, I'm no where near one Ain't that a bitch, the day's almost over and I'm still sober Luck couldn't find me with a four leaf clover I've got to find a way to make a grip Or find some marijuana, roll a spliff and take a hit I'll always find a way someway, somehow to make it through Got No One To Depend On, so you know I don't need you I got home, look what I found, a twenty bag of marijuana Just for me in my Chevy rag
