Tytuł: You ain't my friend

• Wykonawca: Afroman
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   [Afroman talking]
  When you born in this world
  You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
  And you get this illusion of friendship
  You know what I'm saying man
  But as you get older
  You notice, you notice people trying to take advantage of you
  You notice people trying to like manipulate you
  Then all of the sudden homeboy
  It hits you
  And you realize
  You ain't got no friends cuz
  
  Gotta get on down
  Gotta get on down
  Gotta get on down
  Gotta get on down
  Gotta get on down
  You know I gotta get on down
  Gotta watch my back
  Gotta watch my back
  Cause I might get jacked
  Gotta pack my gun
  Gettin beat up ain't no fun
  Yeah baby baby
  Aw yeah aw yeah aw yeah
  
  [Chorus]
  We don't kick it no more
  You ain't my friend
  You need to pay me back my ends
  Cause you ain't my friend
  Stop drinkin my gin
  You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
  You be pinchin my sack
  Cause you ain't my friend
  Talkin all behind my back
  Cause you ain't my friend
  Yo man it's all good
  But you ain't my friend
  Cuz we from the same hood
  But you ain't my friend
  Droppin dope in my yard
  You ain't my friend
  Tryin to scope out my broad
  Cause you ain't my friend
  Never visit me in jail
  You ain't my friend
  Never post my bail
  Cause you ain't my friend
  
  When it comes to friends I ain't got none
  All I got is a double barrel shotgun
  I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
  Lookin at me with an empty hand
  You always talkin but you never listen
  When you ride in my car CDs come up missin
  And that's strange
  Damn, what happened to my loose change
  If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
  Now you eatin on chips and drinkin on a soda loc
  Lookin at me smilin
  But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin
  Fools always act like they down with me
  But they never wanna go outta town with me
  Flip about four or five pounds with me
  Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
  But when I get back with my money stacked
  All the homies start beggin and talkin smack
  Tryin to scheme and plot on the cash I got
  A cuz go head and shake the spot
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I used to be a gang member
  Now I'ma gangsta
  I don't trust he she him nor her
  There's no honor among thieves
  Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
  You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise
  I stopped kickin back with my homeboys
  That same mother fucker that's shakin ya hand
  Be the first one to rat to the police man
  Just when you think you've found a buddy
  Get drunk and your buddy start actin nutty
  Now isn't this an excellent adventure
  He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
  Crazy, as it seems
  Afroman gotta million dreams
  I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
  Get into a brawl over nothing at all
  I got plans but you don't believe em
  Hangin round you I'll never achieve em
  
  Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
  A, this one for all the loners out there
  I ain't got no family
  I ain't got no friends
  Only thing that I have
  Is a big fat bottle of gin
  Make me feel all right
  Make me feel all right
  Soothe me till i'm satisfied
  Yeah make me feel all right
  I got the gangsta blues
  Yeah got the gangsta blues
  Stacy Adams shoes
  With the gangsta blues
  Do the crip walk
  Do the crip walk
  A everybody, do the crip walk
  A cuz, do the crip walk
  Do the crip walk
  Do the crip walk
  Nobody loves me but my mama
  And I think she's lying too
  I could never be your friend homeboy
  And I ain't trying to
  Women can't stand
  Afroman
  Cops can't stand
  Afroman
  My wife can't stand
  Afroman
  My kids can't stand
  Afroman
  My mama can't stand
  Afroman
  My daddy can't stand
  Afroman
  Cause I'ma gangsta baby
  I'ma gangsta baby
  I'ma hustler sug
  I'ma hustler sug
  Ain't got no job
  Ain't got no friends
  But whatever you need
  Baby I'm gonna get
  Cause I'ma hustler baby
  I made my point
  So pass the joint
  Can I get a light
  That's all right