Fabolous - Pachanga lyrics

A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachanga
P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga, P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga

Yo, everything ain't love love
Cause if it is
My definition of love must differ his
I mean every friendship has it's differences
But these Young Bucks remind me
Of Fif' and his they hear the good life
Wanna see what the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff leges
He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny little nigga like Eddie Griffin is
Between smoking and joking then
You got to live so I gave him a chance and
That's a lot to give
You 'posed to make the most of
What you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter you
Supposed to make the toast
Fifteen years, fifteen years!
And now when we say "what's
Up" the shit seem weird?
But there's a question I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people
Who ever cared for you? A thug changes

A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachanga
P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga, P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga

There's a parallel path 'tween
Friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make frenemies
There's no remedies for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no cure for the Emilys
Had a crush on you, now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more, it's no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was Faith
I let you slide in my home, you was safe
I thought my ability to provide you stability
Was what was really G -okay, silly me
I was Billy Dee, smooth cat but really street
Really she attract niggas like
The "A Milli" beat and I happen to rap but
Something about this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it
The beat change never thought she change
But what you thinks a upgrade really
Just could be a seat change love changes

A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachanga
P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga, P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga

See when the love is gone
Then it's just BS left
Just niggas with chains on trying to be SF
That's when your ace boom coom ya BFF
Who Pachang ya like they was a PF chef
D-D-D-Danger, it just feels Mystikal
I miss the cool nights sittin' in the Carlo
Now it's like "boooo" -we sitting in Apollo
It used to be all good
Then shit just went malo
And that's bad matter of fact, that's sad
Cause when you lose a friend it's
Hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit
Gotta give your a man a divorce
End up watching friends like Joey
Chandler and Ross ya see
Most of these niggas ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playing dumb was kinda clever of 'em
Unless friends are your best
Friends become strangers