[Tash] Uh-huh Friends to the end, right? {*inhaling*} Look, listen, uh
When my friends needed a hand, CaTash would give 'em a arm I'm always puttin somethin in it when they stick out they palm They always givin they opinion when I make a new song But never givin up that twenty when I'm coppin the bomb I had a party at my house until the break of the dawn I go to sleep, wake up, these niggaz sleep on my lawn But when that light bill come it's like POOF and they gone They the reason why the media got me all wrong Ha, it's the same rendition We walk up in the club and it's the same homies bitchin Expectin me to pay for every order that they order Don't order five Patrons if y'all niggaz cain't afford it I'm sippin that imported I paid fo' in cash My dude slapped this chick ass, she point the finger at Tash And that's not the business so come a little closer The camera's on us baby so act like you supposed to
[Chorus] Close friends! How many of us have them? When you broke you invisible But when a player got cheese, it's all the same thing Close friends! How many of us need them? But when the vibe is wrong, and your love ain't strong You might as well move along
[Tash] So come closer to the drum while the city go dumb dumb Cause L.A. California that's the city I come from Where niggaz get cash, quick fast in a lump sum Where niggaz buy cars just to make they neighbor want one None come fresher than CaTash in this department I started on the corner then I cornered off the market So I don't gotta hoop to pull cars out my garage Cause Tash'll never break the bank on no bullshit entourages When the money get low, that's when the friends'll go But don't ask me how it feel cause I just don't know Go ask somebody that had it all and lost it that went with 50 niggaz then ask how much it cost 'em Three time pro bowler He blew out his knee and now it's no mo' soldiers Career is over, as cold as it may seem You gotta stick wit'cha homies befo' you made the team
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[Tash] So let me ask a personal question to make the song complete If I was just a grimey nigga from up the street with heat With a shitty little demo off my cousin Pete's beats Would y'all still be at my house or in another nigga's suite? Y'all treat me like royalty, Tash be in the zone When I'm sittin on my chrome it's like I'm sittin on a 'clone My old bitches trippin still blowin up my phone Every time that album drop they cain't leave the kid alone Well known for my realness It happens every day so I hope y'all niggaz feel this Find somethin fake about what I said, I doubt it~! If you do come close and let me holla at'cha 'bout it
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[sung Outro] No, ohhh I don't need you I'ma keep movin on, you might as well move along (Close friends!) It's a shame I cain't depend on you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
