Pachanga

歌詞

A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pa-pachangas Yo, everything ain't love, love 'cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has its differences But these Young Bucks remind me of Fif and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny lil' nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give We posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter, you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, fifteen years And now when we say what's up? The shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies And whenever you cross it you make frienemies There's no remedies for these sick memories My doctor said there's no cure for the Emmalese Had a crush on you, now we Kim and Cease We don't even talk no more, it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was what was really G, okay, silly me I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street Really, she attract niggaz like the A Milli beat And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change Never thought she'd change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change Love changes A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. That's when your ace become ya B.F.F. Pa-pa-pachange like they was a P.F. chef Da-da-da-danger, it just feels mystikal I miss the cool nights sittin' in the Coll-O Now it's like, boo, we sittin' in Apollo It used to be all good then, shit just went mile low And that's bad, matter fact that's sad 'Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss They do some bitch shit, gotta give ya man a divorce End up watchin' Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see Most of these niggaz ain't never love 'em And these bitches just think whatever of 'em So maybe playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em And less friends are your best friends become strangers A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, pachangas Pa-pa-pachangas, pa-pa-pachangas