Friends lyrics

f/ Kokane



rtist: Tha Eastsidaz f/ Kokane

Album:Duces `N Trayz... The Old Fashioned Way

Song: Friends

Typed by: jay_beezy_b_ez@hotmail.com



[Kokane]

Life is much mo` precious

Than you`ll think

Like a game`ll make yo chips sink

It`s so hard

Hard to trust a smile and face

When niggas got intentions already taking yo place

Keep my head up and stand tall

If I stumble, then I`ll fall

Will you pick me up at all?

Will you pick me up at all?

I`m a keep it gangsta till my end

Cause some people do pretend

And ain`t too many of us that we can call friends

That we can call friends

Ohhhhhhh



[Goldie Loc]

Now all I gotta do is keep my head up

And walk a straight line when fake friends won`t mind

But I`m kind-hearted

And don`t like being stepped on

If I wasn`t real, I wouldn`t be in this position

Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say

I`m by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day

Lil` Jay used to say I`d never be nobody

But you know what I never do?

Smoke it off like Gotti

Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones

Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone

I never threaten nobody to make it happen

Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin`

But if I had a chance to give it back

I`d give it to the ones who helped me do that

Do that, straight from the heart

Eastside till I die

We ain`t no contract friends, we doggs for life



[Tray Deee]

It`s a trip how we Crip

Suppose the enemies still

With both sides ride causing plenty of tears

Insane`s and 20`s both from the same city

A bunch of down niggas and it ain`t that many

Me, C, and the G can think back to the start

Homies chillin`, getting high, shooting craps in the park

And having a heart

To get `em up if it was beef

Head up like G`s, take it out in the street

Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view

So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few

But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case

And homie that ain`t nothing that the set could erase

You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke

A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close

And y`all kids, my kids, so we family now

Cause I could never see you doing bad without

And that`s real



[Kokane]

Life is much mo` precious

Than you`ll think

Like a game`ll make yo chips sink

It`s so hard

Hard to trust a smile and face

When niggas got intentions already taking yo place

Keep my head up and stand tall

If I stumble, then I`ll fall

Will you pick me up at all?

Will you pick me up at all?

I`m a keep it gangsta till my end

Cause some people do pretend

And ain`t too many of us that we can call friends

That we can call friends...



[fades out]