De La Soul - Friends lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[De La Soul - Friends lyrics]
Yo, this this that Jaylib shit right here
Shit is crazy yo let me rhyme over this
Talk about my so-called friends
Aiyyo God bless the child who hold his own
And never wanna touch a microphone
Cause the game's addictive
And leave you inflicted
With a bad case of chase
The dead president's face
But I know how to pace myself
Embrace the wealth
Make time for the dotted line
But when we find some contract
Got a con tryin to stab our back
We sever them ties - wash them lies off!
And dry off in the truth
Wonder Why say it, I proofreads
Some speed past and think I
Won't catch the ink
I don't match with the main word
I heard your bitin before
And it's just a way to get more
Out of America
The land of the wants and needs
Where the flame of greed is hard to put out
So the output is to put yourself first
And worse everything that grows from out the
Earth is quicker to die
Cause the clouds been actin hard and
They too stubborn to cry
But when the rain comes the main drums'll
Have De La on the track
And whether y'all back us or front
Ain't nuttin gonna stop the progress
Less niggas more money in the
Pocket to profit from to then hold loaves of
Bread instead of crumbs
Aight, now let me talk about my friend
Who some cases that's your girl, check it out
Yo when we clash like titans, I write wars
Rock white tees in LA and that's yours
Your brain cell catch that? You move slow
Turtle wax your muscle with this jackrabbit
And crack habit's kick that "Rock
CoKane" and when we rhyme
She call me every night and say
The dicking's on her mind
Signin like sex, cause sex don't talk
Deaf mute parachutin down to New York like
(whistling) yeah, I can be your gent
Horses and carriages, roses and wine
Twats are gorgeous but I fucks wit'cha mine
Drownin in ya milk givers, the guilt with us
Cause I got another pair on
The other side of town
When she get up to go to work
That's when I get down
Runnin episodes like BET
Over and over like BET
Back shots like a muffler hiccup
Put the boy in your mouth, and drink up!
We on the sink, we on the balcony
We on the stars
A Little Dipper in you, but not in miniature
A co-signed love, but no signature
We dead stop it like Blacksmith ops
Pack bag, drag race back to the shop
Servin coffee over cock over donut holes
We don't sweat a bit cause we know them hoes
Servin coffee over cock over donut holes
I won't sweat your chick cause I know her
Yeah I know her, she my friend
"Friends, how many of us have them?"
"Friends, the ones we can depend on"
Shit is crazy yo let me rhyme over this
Talk about my so-called friends
Aiyyo God bless the child who hold his own
And never wanna touch a microphone
Cause the game's addictive
And leave you inflicted
With a bad case of chase
The dead president's face
But I know how to pace myself
Embrace the wealth
Make time for the dotted line
But when we find some contract
Got a con tryin to stab our back
We sever them ties - wash them lies off!
And dry off in the truth
Wonder Why say it, I proofreads
Some speed past and think I
Won't catch the ink
I don't match with the main word
I heard your bitin before
And it's just a way to get more
Out of America
The land of the wants and needs
Where the flame of greed is hard to put out
So the output is to put yourself first
And worse everything that grows from out the
Earth is quicker to die
Cause the clouds been actin hard and
They too stubborn to cry
But when the rain comes the main drums'll
Have De La on the track
And whether y'all back us or front
Ain't nuttin gonna stop the progress
Less niggas more money in the
Pocket to profit from to then hold loaves of
Bread instead of crumbs
Aight, now let me talk about my friend
Who some cases that's your girl, check it out
Yo when we clash like titans, I write wars
Rock white tees in LA and that's yours
Your brain cell catch that? You move slow
Turtle wax your muscle with this jackrabbit
And crack habit's kick that "Rock
CoKane" and when we rhyme
She call me every night and say
The dicking's on her mind
Signin like sex, cause sex don't talk
Deaf mute parachutin down to New York like
(whistling) yeah, I can be your gent
Horses and carriages, roses and wine
Twats are gorgeous but I fucks wit'cha mine
Drownin in ya milk givers, the guilt with us
Cause I got another pair on
The other side of town
When she get up to go to work
That's when I get down
Runnin episodes like BET
Over and over like BET
Back shots like a muffler hiccup
Put the boy in your mouth, and drink up!
We on the sink, we on the balcony
We on the stars
A Little Dipper in you, but not in miniature
A co-signed love, but no signature
We dead stop it like Blacksmith ops
Pack bag, drag race back to the shop
Servin coffee over cock over donut holes
We don't sweat a bit cause we know them hoes
Servin coffee over cock over donut holes
I won't sweat your chick cause I know her
Yeah I know her, she my friend
"Friends, how many of us have them?"
"Friends, the ones we can depend on"