What About Your Friends (Extended Mix)

What about your friends?
What about (What about)
What about your friends?
What about, what about (What about, what about)

Every now and then, I get a little crazy
That's not the way it's supposed to be
Sometimes my vision is a little hazy
I can't tell who I should trust or just who I let trust me, yeah
People try to say I act a little funny
But that's just a figure of speech to me
They tell me I changed because I got money
But if you were there before, then you're still down with me, yeah

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground?
Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down?
Will they ever be around?
Or will they turn their backs on you?

Well, is it me, or can it be I'm a little too friendly
So, to speak hypothetically say?
I supply creativity to what others
Must take as a form of self-hate
Only to make an enemy
Which results in unfortunate destiny
They dog me out then be next to me
Just 'cause I am what some choose to envy

Every now and then, I get a little easy (easy)
I let a lot of people depend on me
I never thought they would ever deceive me (deceive me)
Don't you know when times got rough
I was standing on my own (my own)
I'll never let another get that close to me
You see, I've grown a lot smarter now
Sometimes you have to choose and then you'll see
If your friend is true, they'll be there with you
Through the thick and thin

What about your friends? (What about your friends?)
Will they stand their ground?
Will they let you down again? (Woah)
What about your friends? (What about your friends?)
Are they gonna be low down (Be low down)
Will they ever be around? (Be around)
Or will they turn their backs on you?

What about your friends?
Friends

Let you down again, be low down

Forget giggly boogly
I'm attack it like a seizure
I got rhymes at my leisure
Time when I need ya'
With T to the L to the C
What I be sayin'
Gettin' loose on this track
But underground is where I'm stayin'
So hip hip hooray organizers comin' in
On a friend like the OJ
But what about your friends to the end
Will they run on out like a jeeble
Or you'll find 'em stickin' close to your side
Like a big bunch of fiends
Six now the groupies drinkin' water
I get real funny so you'd better hide your daughter
Oh buddy, oh pal, oh chump friend of mine
Stayin' close like ketchup
A virgin that's right
You call me Bruce Lee right
For the styles that me kick
And give me enough respect for this funky remix
One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand blitz
Now the rabbit felt blue so, I gave the nigga Trix
'Cause I was his friend wasn't down for the beggin'
You called me a friend we're seven about to takin'
Take a tickin' keep on lickin' why you dippin' for the border
You said you'd be down for richer for poorer but
O-U-T-K-A-S-T ain't no change so TLC go head and sang baby

Yo is it me
L to the E-F-T-E-Y-E (a ha ha)
Or can it be I'm a little too friendly
So, to speak hypothetically say?
I supply creativity to what others
Must take as a form of self-hate
Only to make an enemy
Which results in unfortunate destiny
They dog me out then be next to me
Just 'cause I am what some choose to envy

Brrrrr, ba, ba, ba. Back up
This ya wicked remix, come down wicked sing
Rewind with em aya

Friends?
Will they stand their ground?
Will they let you down again? (Woah)
What about your friends? (What about your friends?)
Are they gonna be low down (Be low down)
Will they ever be around? (Be around)
Or will they turn their backs on you?
What about your friends? (What about your friends?)
Will they stand their ground? (Stand their ground)
Will they let you down again? (Oh)
What about your friends? (What about your friends?)
Are they gonna be low down (Be low down)
Will they ever be around? (Be around)
Or will they turn their backs on you?

Some people say I act a little funny
I wouldn't change not for no money
I'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me
Even though I might seem easy...



Credits
Writer(s): Lisa Lopes, William Earl Collins, Walter Morrison, Gregory Jacobs, George Jr. Clinton, Dallas L. Austin
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