Afroman

Afroman

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  • Afroman You Ain't My Friend Lyrics

           

    [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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