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apathy - me & my friends lyrics

i remember in the ’90s it was all about forties and blunts-
nas c-ssettes, das efx and reebok pumps
punk motherf-ckers that were claimin they got tecs
and rockin ski masks like q-tip in hot s-x
before them underground rappers with complex
when mobb deep and jay still lived in the projects
there wasn’t escalades floodin the streets
it was all about lexus coupes and the jeeps
yup, what i wouldn’t give to see it again
doin stupid–ss sh-t, just me and my friends
like callin up b-tches, if (? ) got p-ssed
we’d pop sh-t cause caller id didn’t exist (click)
i can still remember dancin to kane
every day with dewayne, lj and charmaine
life’s changed, but this is how it be till the end
still doin dumb sh-t, 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)
(goin out, just me and my crew)

we own the streets like og’s own the jails
mack college b-tches, they know us well
but now that i’m 23 i feel old as h-ll
suave motherf-ckers with the fliest of hoes
peepin b-tches (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 p-ssin 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 nothin back in ’92 when i was wildin, duke
rockin british knights, gold chains and cross colors suits
me and joey boostin bikes out of front yards
we’d smack you up just for doin nothin, we was dumb hard
known from armenia ave and back down to egypt
like in tampa you either showin your b-lls or you don’t show your face
strictly miami b-ss h-ts playin from disco rick
and gangsta sh-t from the geto boys, they minds was playin 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 gotta manage the jam, i remember like, “d-mn
i’m so proud to be a hip-hop fan”
started makin beats and writin raps, that’s when the bug got in me
flipped out when my man [name] pulled an armed robbery
i ain’t seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he’s livin
heard he’s out the pen, so one love to you my old friend

- apathy lyrics

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