When you born in this You get these people that you coincidently up with And you get this illusion of You know what I'm man
But as you get older, you You notice trying to take advantage of you You people trying to like manipulate you all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you And you realize, you ain't got no 'cause
Gotta get on down, gotta get on get on down, gotta get on down Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on Gotta my back, gotta watch my back
I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw
We don't it no more, you ain't my friend You need to pay me my ends 'cause you ain't my friend Stop my gin, you ain't my friend You my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you my friend Talkin' all behind my back you ain't my friend Yo man it's all good but you ain't my 'Cause we from the same hood but you my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you my friend Never me in jail, you ain't my friend post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend
When it to friends I ain't got none All I got is a double shotgun I stand a useless man that has no plan Lookin' at me with an hand
You always talkin' but you listen When you ride in my car CDs up missin' And that's Damn, what to my loose change
If I remember correctly, you was broke Now you eatin' on chips and on a soda LOC Lookin' at me But yo I need gas and my stomach is growlin'
always act like they down with me But they never wanna go outta with me about four or five pounds with me Get a motel on the ground with me
But I get back with my money stacked All the homies start beggin' and talkin' Tryin' to and plot on the cash I got A 'cause go head and the spot
We don't kick it no more, you my friend You need to pay me back my ends you ain't my friend drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend You ain't my friend, you ain't my
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my Yo man all good but you ain't my friend 'Cause we the same hood but you ain't my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my visit me in jail, you ain't my friend Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my
I used to be a gang member, now gangsta I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no among thieves got tricks up they sleeves You say you my friend but that's a bunch of
I stopped back with my homeboys That same mother that's shakin' ya hand Be the first one to rat to the man Just when you think found a buddy
Get drunk and your start actin' nutty Now isn't an excellent adventure He turned on you like a Doberman Crazy, as it seems, gotta million dreams
I hang with ya'll and drink alcohol Get into a brawl nothing at all I got plans but you believe 'em Hangin' round you never achieve 'em
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw A, this one for all the loners out I ain't got no family, I got no friends thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin
Make me feel all right, me feel all right Soothe me I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the blues Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta
Do the crip walk, do the crip A everybody, do the crip A 'cause, do the walk Do the crip walk, do the walk
loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too I could never be your friend and I ain't trying to Women stand, Afroman Cops stand, Afroman
My wife stand, Afroman My kids can't stand, My can't stand, Afroman My daddy stand, Afroman
'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta I'ma hustler sug, I'ma sug Ain't got no job, got no friends But you need, baby I'm gonna get
'Cause hustler baby, I made my point So pass the joint, can I get a all right