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Tytuł: Friends

  • Wykonawca: Nate Dogg
  • Wy¶wietleń: 273
[Nate Dogg]
  Friends, how many of us have them
  Friends, how many of us have them
  Friends, how many of us have them
  Friends, how many of us have them
  
  [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
  Every since I could remember
  I had friends I could depend on
  Clothes to lend 'em
  But as time went by
  My life got a little strange
  And the rules of the game seem to change
  Trust, honesty and devotion
  And money, money, money is the poison potion
  There's no way that I can even say
  That this game has been good to me
  Or even bad to me it had to be
  Cause tragically the way this shit
  Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically
  And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get
  But my friendship with niggaz always ends up as bulshit
  I listen to my momma though
  She always tried to prepare me
  Byt how could she do what I
  I mean I'm do or die
  But my life on the streets
  That shit is suicide
  So to cope I got a dogg and a locc
  And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke
  I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is
  They my homeboys ever since kids-
  Real friends to the end
  
  [Chorus (Nate Dogg):]
  
  Hangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine
  I've been ponderin' lately
  A lot of different things on my mind
  It seems lately my friends list
  Done took a slight decline
  And if you wanna know the trith man, man
  Them wasn't no friends of mine
  
  [Warren G]
  You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
  All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash
  All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs
  The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s
  That's my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
  I can't forget about my nigga H to the Deezy
  Pressure and strikes
  Don't wann take no lives
  But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks
  Will make you break bizacks
  "Whussup homie, can I borrow some cash?"
  Last week I agve you 500, so kiss my ass
  I got a baby to feed
  A familly to see through
  And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you
  Homies and friends that's what they for
  Stayin' tight and money right
  And bustin' with a 44.
  
  [Chorus (x2)]