[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


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