Its about Tryhard Homies in Australia and their all round gayness basically
Lyrics
Look up to the sun now can you see it glaring
Now look at your clothes; see what the fuck you wearing?
Sorry mum for swearing but its hot and sweaty weather
These dumb fuckers wearing baggy jeans and sweaters
Silver chain dangling out of 1 of many pockets
end clipped to your hip and the other to your wallet
Its not like you got alot to be pick pockt
You just wear it for the look
You halfway crook
Remember Mobb Deep and their Shook Ones beat?
Remember how they sang about there’s no such things?
So wear your pretty rings and your golden bling bling
You’ll always be wannabe’s who sting each other in the ring
A Beijing
Phonebook
Would have less Wu’s written in it than if I took
Your wardrobe fulla clothes
Does everybody know
That Tromies do more anal probes than UFOooo’s
CHORUS x 2
We’re in the AUS not the USA
Where homies don’t exist not in BYRON BAY
Just sad fag gays called “Tromies” Okay
Just wannabe homie G’s
Fuck they’re LAME
We’re in the AUS not the USA
homies don’t exist no Slim or Dre
just sad fag gays called “Tromies” Okay
wannabe homie G’s
Fuck theyre LAME
It’s not like I got any problem with your music
Rap and Hip Hop is the music that I to pick
Except for crap rap that’s rapt by haemophiliacs (i.e. Nelly)
Band-aided face
But wait there’s not a trace
of a cut. It appears it’s NOT “so hot in herre”
Oh no I just poked fun at your precious “Number One”
At least I’m not a Tromie poking others in the bum
With those spastic plastic BB gat guns
So why not take your own advice and “keep it real aight”
Real homies in Australia is like rocking horse shite
Yo listen up “y’all” at the Board of Education
Tromies don’t wanna learn words of Asian nations
They want preparation for Americanisation
Gangsta vernacular
Accent imitation
(I admire your fashionable running shoes = drop dem nikes off your ass befo’ I BLAST you mutha …… !!)
CHORUS
We’re in the AUS not the USA
Where homies don’t exist not in BYRON BAY
Just sad faggot gays called “Tromies” Okay
Just wannabe homie G’s
Fuck they’re LAME
We’re in the AUS not the USA
homies don’t exist no Slim or Dre
just sad fag gays called “Tromies” Okay
wannabe homie G’s
Fuck theyre LAME
When I die I’m coming back as a brick wall
So when Tromies try and spray me I can crush them when I fall
No one is impressed by your quest to cover all
The neighbourhood walls
With your illegible scrawl
If you really wanna be like Snoop D-O-G-G
Stop spraying tags fag
Cock ya leg and pee
on every tree you see to mark your territory
Or bottom half of telegraph P-O-L-E’s
Oh please!
leave
Seriously
Fuck off with that smoke
Before I shove it down your throat
Can’t you find a quicker way to choke than smoking dope
Look tie yourself a noose son
Heres the fucking rope
