On My Friends

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Nocando - Rap, Hip-Hop

On My Friends

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[Intro] Clap your hands, everybody And everybody clap your hands [Hook 1] Me, me and all my friends We fit the description of alright and We turn one moment to an all-night binge If you wanna make it happen you should call my friends Imma call my friends Spent all my money tryna ball like them Once I made all my ends They've got it crackin' back when i call my friends [Verse 1] Two cases and quarter ounces We've got some ribs and some porterhouses 22 bucks on a two-buck chuck And the sound-system came off the pick up truck See the neighbors don't hate I'm at their house every party Pounding Tecate's and dancing to the mariachis With an auntie, niños call me tio Abuelita says 'aye, dios mio' [Verse 2] At the kitchen table, stages playing spades Kicking ass, taking names Me and SP are playing drinking games With the Jack and the Jim and the Rum and the Gin Speak and train You can call me dick and James (call me that) Good time, no pills, free of 'caine (remember that) So there's only we to blame When things go right or when they go insane [Hook 2] With me and my friends We fit the description of alright and We turn one moment to an all-night binge If you wanna make it happen you should call my friends Yeah, call my friends (ring) If I've ever got a problem i call my friends She brought her home-girl imma call my friends Yeah, call my friends [break] And everybody clap your hands Clap your hands, everybody And everybody clap your hands [Verse 3] The girls are just dancing, seductive in the living room Like they want something, somebody should give it to 'em I need some living-room, a little bit of breathing space And all these [?] on me turn this scene into a breeding place Giovanni move back to the bleeding state (I'm black) Convert the currency downtown at the B of A (euros) Morgue down to the ounce no DOA I spent a couple quarters verse y's on the DOA [Verse 4] Los Angeles heart, bay-area blood CA all day may the buriers buss I got friends in prison and other not living So you'll never catch me pretending your presence is a given Hold up Wait I set the record straight No I'm not a scenester, I like to celebrate Life been accelerated since 11th grade So this is for the friends I met along the way [Hook 3] You know all my friends That fit the description of alright and We turn one moment to an all-night binge If you wanna get it cracking you should call my friends (ring) Call my friends After party I should call my friends At the after-after-party Im'ma call my friends 'cause she brought her homegirls, I got to call my friends [break] Clap your hands, everybody And everybody clap your hands Clap your hands, everybody And everybody clap your hands Clap your hands, everybody And everybody clap your hands [verse 5] Somewhere in South Central we getting out Nagasaki on Politically correct put, we drinking sake bombs Enjoying the ambiance Palming the posterior of my prim Parisian papillon Yeah Me and my friends are just an old English audience Killing a 40oz like its a free what not event I'm with the Guinness cause she's got a full body Along with the curved body Black is beautify its obvious Save the politics for lobbyists A sip of that, a shot of this and watch me start talking shit

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