Hey homeboy you got twenty bucks I could borrow man?   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   'cause times are getting rough for this young Chicano   I don't think I can last another año, like a person baño   '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      [Chorus x2]