You Ain't My Friend



publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
album: Track 4 in album Because I Got High
release date: 2000-6-20
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious/Novelty
length: 6:05

Album Information

label: T-Bones Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 677972010124
script: Latin

Cover Art

Afroman Because I Got High cover art


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[Afroman talking]
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
You know what I'm saying man
You notice, you notice people trying to take advantage of you
Then all of the sudden homeboy
And you realize

Gotta get on down
Gotta get on down
You know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back
Gotta pack my gun
Yeah baby baby

We don't kick it no more
You need to pay me back my ends
Stop drinkin my gin
You be pinchin my sack
Talkin all behind my back
Yo man it's all good
'cause we from the same hood
Droppin dope in my yard
Tryin to scope out my broad
Never visit me in jail
Never post my bail

All I got is a double barrel shotgun
Lookin at me with an empty hand
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin
Damn, what happened to my loose change
Now you eatin on chips and drinkin on a soda loc
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin
But they never want to go outta town with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
All the homies start beggin and talkin smack
A 'cause go head and shake the spot
I used to be a gang member
I don't trust he she him nor her
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
I stopped kickin back with my homeboys
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Get drunk and your buddy start actin nutty
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Afroman gotta million dreams
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
Hangin round you I'll never achieve em
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
I ain't got no family
Only thing that I have
Make me feel all right
Soothe me till i'm satisfied
I got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes
Do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk
Nobody loves me but my mama
I could never be your friend homeboy
Women can't stand
Cops can't stand
My wife can't stand
My kids can't stand
My mama can't stand
My daddy can't stand
Cause I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job
But whatever you need
Cause I'ma hustler baby
So pass the joint
That's all right


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Because I Got High
  • 2 Mississippi
  • 3 Girls
  • 4 You Ain't My Friend
  • 5 Hush
  • 6 Tumbleweed
  • 7 Dopefiend
  • 8 She Won't Let Me Fucc
  • 9 Tall Cans
  • 10 Bacc On The Bus
  • 11 Graveyard Shift
  • 12 Because I Got High (radio edit)
  • 13 American Dream