[Afroman talking]
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When you born in this world
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You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
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And you get this illusion of friendship
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You know what I'm saying man
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But as you get older
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You notice, you notice people trying to take advantage of you
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You notice people trying to like manipulate you
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Then all of the sudden homeboy
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It hits you
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And you realize
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You ain't got no friends cuz
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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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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
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Gotta watch my back
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Cause I might get jacked
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Gotta pack my gun
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Gettin beat up ain't no fun
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Yeah baby baby
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Aw yeah aw yeah aw yeah
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[Chorus]
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We don't kick it no more
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You ain't my friend
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You need to pay me back my ends
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Cause you ain't my friend
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Stop drinkin my gin
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You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
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You be pinchin my sack
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Cause you ain't my friend
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Talkin all behind my back
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Cause you ain't my friend
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Yo man it's all good
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But you ain't my friend
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Cuz we from the same hood
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But you ain't my friend
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Droppin dope in my yard
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You ain't my friend
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Tryin to scope out my broad
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Cause you ain't my friend
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Never visit me in jail
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You ain't my friend
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Never post my bail
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Cause you ain't my friend
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When it comes to friends I ain't got none
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All I got is a double barrel shotgun
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I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
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Lookin at me with an empty hand
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You always talkin but you never listen
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When you ride in my car CDs come up missin
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And that's strange
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Damn, what happened to my loose change
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If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
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Now you eatin on chips and drinkin on a soda loc
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Lookin at me smilin
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But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin
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Fools always act like they down with me
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But they never wanna go outta town with me
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Flip about four or five pounds with me
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Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
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But when I get back with my money stacked
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All the homies start beggin and talkin smack
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Tryin to scheme and plot on the cash I got
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A cuz go head and shake the spot
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[Chorus]
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I used to be a gang member
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Now I'ma gangsta
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I don't trust he she him nor her
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There's no honor among thieves
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Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
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You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise
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I stopped kickin back with my homeboys
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That same mother fucker that's shakin ya hand
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Be the first one to rat to the police man
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Just when you think you've found a buddy
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Get drunk and your buddy start actin nutty
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Now isn't this an excellent adventure
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He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
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Crazy, as it seems
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Afroman gotta million dreams
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I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
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Get into a brawl over nothing at all
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I got plans but you don't believe em
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Hangin round you I'll never achieve em
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Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
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A, this one for all the loners out there
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I ain't got no family
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I ain't got no friends
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Only thing that I have
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Is a big fat bottle of gin
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Make me feel all right
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Make me feel all right
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Soothe me till i'm satisfied
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Yeah make me feel all right
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I got the gangsta blues
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Yeah got the gangsta blues
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Stacy Adams shoes
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With the gangsta blues
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Do the crip walk
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Do the crip walk
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A everybody, do the crip walk
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A cuz, do the crip walk
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Do the crip walk
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Do the crip walk
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Nobody loves me but my mama
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And I think she's lying too
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I could never be your friend homeboy
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And I ain't trying to
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Women can't stand
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Afroman
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Cops can't stand
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Afroman
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My wife can't stand
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Afroman
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My kids can't stand
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Afroman
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My mama can't stand
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Afroman
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My daddy can't stand
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Afroman
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Cause I'ma gangsta baby
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I'ma gangsta baby
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I'ma hustler sug
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I'ma hustler sug
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Ain't got no job
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Ain't got no friends
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But whatever you need
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Baby I'm gonna get
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Cause I'ma hustler baby
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I made my point
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So pass the joint
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Can I get a light
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That's all right
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You Ain't My Friend
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| Afroman |
