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 AFROMAN - You ain't my Friend Lyrics

[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 realise
You ain't got no friends
'Cause
Gotta get on down
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Gotta get on down
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Gotta get on down
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Gotta get on down
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You know
I gotta get on down
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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

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
'Cause 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

Repeat 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 motherfer
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