De La Soul - Friends lyrics

Yo, this this that Jaylib sh** right here sh** 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 n***as 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 L.A. and that's yours Your brain cell catch that? You move slow Turtle wax your muscle with this jackrabbit And crack habits kick that "Rock Co.Kane" and when we rhyme She call me every night and say the dicking's on her mind Signin like s**, cause s** 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 f**s 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 B.E.T Over and over like B.E.T 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 co*k over donut holes We don't sweat a bit cause we know them hoes Servin coffee over co*k 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"