Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me & My Friends, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Me & My Friends |
| I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts |
| Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps |
| Punk motherfuckers that were claiming they got TECs |
| And rockin ski masks like Q-Tip in Hot Sex |
| Before them underground rappers with complex |
| When Mobb Deep and Jay still lived in the projects |
| There wasn’t Escalades flooding the streets |
| It was all about Lexus Coupes and the Jeeps |
| Yup, what I wouldn’t give to see it again |
| Doing stupid-ass shit, just me and my friends |
| Like calling up bitches, if they fathers got pissed |
| We’d pop shit cause caller ID didn’t exist (Click) |
| I can still remember dancing to Kane |
| Every day with Dewayne, LJ and Charmaine |
| Life’s changed, but this is how it be till the end |
| Still doing dumb shit, just me and my friends |
| (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don’t play play, say say say) |
| It’s just me and my friends |
| (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don’t play play, say say say) |
| It’s just me and my friends |
| (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don’t play play, say say say) |
| It’s just me and my friends |
| (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don’t play play, say say say) |
| (Dumbing out, just me and my crew) |
| Yo, the crew I roll with — cold as hell |
| We own the streets like OGs own the jails |
| Mack college bitches, they know us well |
| But now that I’m 23 I feel old as hell |
| Suave motherfuckers with the fliest of hoes |
| Peepin bitches (Yo Ap, keep your eyes on the rooooad) |
| Nothin’s really changed, we work fast on it |
| Since hats with silver plaques that said 'RAP' on it |
| Ignorant little punks provokin a fight |
| Kinda like stickin a pipe through the spokes of your bike |
| Cruisin down Franklin, tappin the brakes |
| Hey yo Rube, put that dutch down, we passin the jakes |
| Spot didn’t get hot or jump until we came |
| A fridge full of forties like Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang |
| Rap pack of Godz and we willin to pop |
| And stick together like waffles when they still in the box |
| You couldn’t tell me nothing back in '92 when I was wilding duke |
| Rocking British Knights, gold chains and Cross Colors suits |
| Me and Joey boosting bikes out of front yards |
| We’d smack you up just for doing nothing, we was dumb hard |
| Known from Armenia Ave and back down to Egypt |
| Like in Tampa you either showing your balls or you don’t show your face |
| Strictly Miami Bass hits playing from Disco Rick |
| And gangsta shit from the Geto Boys, they minds was playing tricks |
| We used to load up at Manuel’s then |
| And launch bottle rockets at people’s houses until we’d burn our hands |
| «I Got A Man» was the jam |
| I remember like, «Damn! |
| I’m so proud to be a hip-hop fan» |
| Started making beats and writing raps, that’s when the bug got in me |
| Flipped out when my man pulled an armed robbery |
| I ain’t seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he’s living |
| Heard he’s out the pen, so one love to you my old friend |