Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends, artist - Biz Markie. Date of issue: 15.08.2004
Song language: English
Friends |
| I saw this girl from like around the way |
| I told her I was the B-I-Z Emezah-A |
| She said she know my reputation, know I got clout |
| And like to get to know me, without no doubt |
| So we started havin' long telephone conversations |
| Tryin' to feel each other out, showin' a lot of patience |
| Was a hook-up from my man, word bond she was bad |
| If I met her whole family I would kiss her dad |
| So in my mind I was thinkin' «She really likes me» |
| She got a good head on her shoulders and she’s no dummy |
| Me and her had compatible horoscopes |
| But she bugged me out so bad I was on the ropes |
| Now when I was with her, my shoulders shrugged |
| Because when I reached out for a kiss and hug |
| She mushed me in my face, and smiled with a grin |
| And said this question… |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| I knew she was different, a very special gal |
| For the time being, hmm I shall |
| Respect her wishes, she wasn’t a groupie |
| I understand, she said she just had met me |
| I liked her for that, a woman with morals |
| She called me every day, so I saw she was loyal |
| It bugged me out cause I don’t usually wait |
| But on a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-eight |
| We was goin' out on the reg', movies and dinner |
| Always stay at my house, way past ten o', clock |
| I thought she really really liked me |
| I did the right thing, like my name was Spike Lee |
| She had her own car so I walked her to the door |
| Like Busta Rhymes I said, «Gimme some more» |
| So I put my lips out, to get a kiss |
| And she said just like this… |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| I knew somethin was wrong because my mack is correct |
| Talkin' for six months and didn’t hit it yet? |
| I thought I was slippin', or maybe in a slump |
| I felt like Eddie Murphy when he was Professor Klump |
| Naw it can’t be, she’s here every day |
| So I don’t know why she’d wanna treat me this way |
| I gotta investigate like Magnum P.I. |
| I just don’t understand, why? |
| Oh, why? |
| So the next time I saw her she was unhappy |
| She had a frown on her face and real jumpy |
| I said, «Yo what’s wrong?» |
| I was real concerned |
| The way she looked her life had took a real turn |
| She said, «I went to court today,» and I said, «What?» |
| «If I tell you this, you’re gonna go nuts» |
| I said, «Tell me I can take it I won’t pretend» |
| «I gotta go to jail for life, so.» |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we be friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |
| Why can’t we, be, friends? |
| We can’t we be friends? |