Friends Lyrics - G-funk Classics (disc 2) - Nate Dogg

Friends, how many of us have them? 

Friends, how many of us have them? 

Friends, how many of us have them? 

Friends, how many of us have them? 

Every since I could remember, I had friends I could depend on 

Clothes to lend 'em, money to spend on 

But as time went by, my life got a little strange 

And the rules in this game seem to change 

Trust, honesty and devotion 

And money, money, money is the poison potion 

There's no way that I can even say that this game 

Has been good to me or even bad to me 

It had to be 'cause tragically 

The way this shit cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically 

And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get 

But my friendship with niggas always ends up as bullshit 

I listen to my momma though 

She always tried to prepare me, and warn me for the drama now 

But how could she do what I, I mean I'm do or die 

But my life on the streets, that shit is suicide 

So to cope I got a Dogg and a Locc 

And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke 

I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is 

They my homeboys ever since kids, real friends to the end 

Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? 

And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? 

I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? 

A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? 

It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? 

Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? 

And if you wanna know the truth man, man, how many of us have them? 

Them wasn't no friends of mine, how many of us have them? 

You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash 

All my life LBC, for my city I mash 

All those OG's and BG's and wannabe's and L-O-C's 

The only friends I got is my 2-1-3's 

That's my nigga Snoop D Whoop and my nigga N-A-T-E 

I can't forget about my nigga H to the Dizzy 

Pressure and strikes, don't wanna take no lives 

But these jaw-jacks and hood cracks'll make you break some dizzacks 

"Whassup homie, can I borrow some cash?" 

Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my ass 

I got a baby to feed, a family to see through 

And shake busta snitches, tweakin' like gizzoo 

Homies and friends, that's what they bizzo 

Stayin' tight and money right and bustin' with a .44 

Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? 

And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? 

I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? 

A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? 

It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? 

Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? 

And if you wanna know the truth man, man, how many of us have them? 

Them wasn't no friends of mine, how many of us have them? 

Hangin' out with my homies, how many of us have them? 

And I'm feelin' just fine, how many of us have them? 

I've been ponderin' lately, lately, how many of us have them? 

A lot of different things on my mind, how many of us have them? 

It seems lately my friends list, how many of us have them? 

Done took a slight decline, how many of us have them? 

And if you wanna know the truth man, man 

Them wasn't no friends of mine