[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