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You Ain't My Friend Lyrics - Singles - Afroman

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 'cause 

 

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 

 

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 'cause go head and shake the spot 

 

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 

 

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 'cause, 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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