Pachanga

[Hook - Fabolous] A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachanga P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga , P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga [Verse 1] 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-leges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny little nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smoking and joking then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give You '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 [Hook] [Verse 2] There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies And whenever you cross it you make frenemies There's no remedies for these sick memories My doctor said there's no cure for the Emilys 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 Dee, smooth cat but really street Really she attract niggas like the "A Milli" beat And I happen to rap but something about this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it, the beat change Never thought she change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change Love changes [Hook] [Verse 3] See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggas with chains on trying to be S.F That's when your ace boom coom ya B.F.F Who Pachang ya like they was a P.F. chef D-D-D-Danger, it just feels Mystikal I miss the cool nights sittin' in the Carlo Now it's like "boooo"--we sitting in Apollo It used to be all good, then shit just went malo And that's bad--matter of fact, that's sad Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss They do some bitch shit, gotta give your a man a divorce End up watching friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross Ya see, most of these niggas ain't never love 'em And these bitches just think whatever of 'em So maybe playing dumb was kinda clever of 'em Unless friends are your best friends become strangers