Songtext You ain't my friend Afroman

You ain't my friend

(When you're born in this world, you get these people that you coincidentally 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 a sudden, homeboy, it hits you, and you realize you ain't got no friends, cuz.)
(That's real.)
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. (Go ‘head on, homeboy.)
Gotta pack a gun. (Why?) Getting beat up ain't no fun. (Well alright.)
Yeah, baby, baby. (Sing it to ‘em homeboy.) Aw, yeah. (Take your time, take your time.)
Aw yeah. (That's alright.) Aw yeah.

We don't kick it no more. You ain't my friend.
You need to pay me back my ins, cause you ain't my friend.
Stop drinking my gin. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend.
You be pinching my sack, cause you ain't my friend.
Talking 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. (Got none)
All I got is a double barrel shotgun (shotgun).
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan lookin' at me with an empty hand.
You always talking, but you never listen. When you ride in my car, CDs come up missing,
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 smiling, but yo, I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'.
Fools always act like they're down with me, but they never wanna go outta town with me.
Flip about four or five pounds with me. Forget a motel, sleep on the ground with me.
But when I get back with my money stacked, all the homey's start begging and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got. Hey, cuz, go ‘head and shake the spot.

We don't kick it no more, cause you ain't my friend.
You need to pay me back my ins, cause you ain't my friend.
Stop drinking my gin. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend.
You be pinching my sack cause you ain't my friend.
Talking all behind my back cause you ain't my friend.
Hey, 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.
Don't 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'm a gangster.
I don't trust he, she, him, nor her.
There's no honor among thieves.
Everybody's got tricks up their sleeves.
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise.
I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys.
That same mutha-fucka that's shakin' your hand
will be the first one to rat you to the police man.
Just when you think you found a buddy
You get drunk and your buddy starts actin' nutty. (Say what?)
Now isn't this an excellent adventure? He turned on you like a Doberman pincher.
Crazy as it seems, Afroman got a million dreams.
I can't hang with y'all and drink alcohol. Get into a brawl over nuthin' at all.
I got plans, but you don't believe ‘em, and hangin' ‘round you, I'll never achieve ‘em.
Bucccooooc!
Aw, yeah. Aw, yeah.

Hey, this is for all the loners out there. Check this out.
I ain't got no family. I ain't got no friends.
Only thing that I have (What's that, cuz?) is a big fat bottle of gin.
Make me feel alright. Yeah, make me feel alright. Sooth me ‘til I'm satisfied.
Yeah, make me feel alright.
I got the gangster blues. Yeah, got the gangster blues.
Stacey Adams shoes, with the gangster blues.
Do the Crip Walk. (C'mon, cuz.) Do the Crip Walk.
(Hey, everybody.) Do the Crip Walk. (Hey, cuz.) Do the Crip Walk.
(Stacey Adams.) Do the Crip Walk. Do the Crip Walk.
(Hey, just slide over the floor like this, loc.)
Aw, yeah. Yeah.

Nobody loves me but my mamma, and I think she's lyin' too.
(That's cold, brother.) Aw, yeah. (That's cold, brother.)
I could never be your friend, homeboy, (Keep it real.) and I ain't tryin' to.
(That's alright.) Aw, yeah. (Hell yeah.)
You know why?
Women can't stand (Can't stand who?) Afroman. (That's the homeboy, cuz.)
Cops can't stand (Can't stand who?) Afroman. (Fuck the police.)
My wife can't stand Afroman. (Baby, baby, baby.)
And my kids can't stand (Get on down.) Afroman. (Go ‘head on, brother. Let it flow, let it flow.)
My mamma can't stand (Lord, have mercy.) Afroman. (Baby, baby, baby.)
My daddy can't stand (Get on down.) Afroman.

Cause I'm a gangster, baby. (Gangster, babe I'm a gangster, baby. (Fuckin' gangster, cuz.)
I'm a hustler, sugar. (Hungry Hustler.) Yeah, I'm a hustler, sugar. (Crip gang, bucoooc!)
Ain't got no job. (Hell, naw.) Ain't got no credit.
But whatever you need (What's that, cuz?) baby, I'll go get it.
Cause I'm a hustler, baby. (Hustler, babe.) I'm a hustler, baby. (Hungry Hustler.)
I made my point, so pass the joint.
(We up outta this, loco.)
Can I get a light? (Here you go, cuz.) Well that's all right.