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[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 Letras de canciones [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 From Letras Mania