(Dallas Austin, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes)







What about your friends

What about

What about your friends

What about what about



Every now and then I get a little crazy

That's not the way it's supposed to be

Sometimes my vision is a little hazy

I can't tell who I should trust or just who I let trust me (yeah)



People try to say I act a little funny

But that's just a figure of speech to me

They tell me I changed because I got money

But if you were there before then you're still down with me



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What about your friends will they stand their ground

Will they let you down again

What about your friends are they gonna be low down

Will they ever be around or will they turn their backs on you



Well is it me or can it be I'm a little too

Friendly so to speak hypothetically

Say I supply creativity to what others

Must take as a form of self-hate

Only to make an enemy

Which results in unfortunate destiny

They dog me out then be next to me

Just cause I am what some choose to envy



Every now and then I get a little easy

I let a lot of people depend on me

I never though they would ever deceive me

Don't you know when times got rough I was standing on my own

I'll never let another get that close to me

You see I've grown a lot smarter now

Sometimes you have to choose and then you'll see

If your friend is true they'll be there with you

Through the thick and thin



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Friends...

Let you down again....

Be low down...



Well get giggly boogly

I'm attack it like a seizure

I got rhymes at my leisure

Time when I need ta

With T to the L to the C

What I be sayin'

Gettin' loose on this track

With underground is where I'm stayin'

So hip hip hooray organizers comin' in

Own a friend like the OJ

But what about your friends to the end

Will they run on out his eagle

Or you'll find 'em stickin' close to your side

Like a big bunch of fiends

Six now the groupies drinkin' water

I get real funny so you'd better hide your daughter

Oh buddy oh pal oh chump friend of mine

Say you're close like ketchup

A virgin that's right you call me Bruce Lee right

Bite the styles that we make

And gives me enough respect for this funky remix

One one thousand two one thousand three one thousand blitz

Now the rabbit felt blue so I gave the nigga Trix

Cuz I was his friend wasn't down for the bickin'

You called me a friend we're seven about to takin'

Take a tickin' keep on lickin' why you dippin' we're the border

You said you'd be down for richer for poorer but

O-U-T-K-A-S-T ain't no change so TLC go head and sang baby



Yo is it me

L to the E-F-T-E-Y-E (a ha ha)

Or can it be I am a little too

Friendly so to speak hypothetically

Say I supply creativity to what others

Must take as a form of self-hate

Only to make an enemy

Which results in unfortunate destiny

They dog me out then be next to me

Just cause I am what some choose to envy



Brrrrr.....ba ba ba

Back up

This ya wicked remix

Come down wicked sing

Rewind with em aya



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Chorus



People say I act a little funny

I wouldn't change not for no money

I'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me (yeah, yeah)

Even though I might seem easy

It don't give you no cause to deceive me...