Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them

Every since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
And the rules of the game seem to change
Trust, honesty and devotion
And money, money, money is the poison potion
There's no way that I can even say
That this game has been good to me
Or even bad to me it had to be
'Cause tragically the way this shit
Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically
And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get
But my friendship with niggas always ends up as bulshit
I listen to my momma though
She always tried to prepare me and warn me for the drama no
But how could she do what I
I mean I'm do or die
But my life on the streets
That shit is suicide
So to cope I got a dogg and a locc
And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke
I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is
They my homeboys ever since kids real friends to the end

Hangin' out with my homies (how many of us have them)
And I'm feelin' just fine (how many of us have them)
I've been ponderin' lately, lately (how many of us have them)
A lot of different things on my mind (how many of us have them)
It seems lately my friends list (how many of us have them)
Done took a slight decline (how many of us have them)
And if you wanna know the truth man, man (how many of us have them)
Them wasn't no friends of mine (how many of us have them)

You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash
All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs
The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s
That's my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
I can't forget about my nigga H to the Deezy
Pressure and strikes
Don't wann take no lives
But these jaws jacks and hood cracks
Will make you break some bizacks
"Whassup homie, can I borrow some cash?"
Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my ass
I got a baby to feed
A familly to see through
And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you
Homies and friends that's what they for
Stayin' tight and money right
And bustin' with a 44

Hangin' out with my homies (how many of us have them)
And I'm feelin' just fine (how many of us have them)
I've been ponderin' lately, lately (how many of us have them)
A lot of different things on my mind (how many of us have them)
It seems lately my friends list (how many of us have them)
Done took a slight decline (how many of us have them)
And if you wanna know the truth man, man (how many of us have them)
Them wasn't no friends of mine (how many of us have them)

Hangin' out with my homies (how many of us have them)
And I'm feelin' just fine (how many of us have them)
I've been ponderin' lately, lately (how many of us have them)
A lot of different things on my mind (how many of us have them)
It seems lately my friends list (how many of us have them)
Done took a slight decline (how many of us have them)
And if you wanna know the truth man, man
Them wasn't no friends of mine

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Gerry Goffin, Michael Masser, Warren III Griffin