Fuck Friendz - 2Pac
[2Pac - over background voices]
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..
(Where my n_ggaz at? Where my n_ggaz where my b_tches?
Where my n_ggaz at? Where my b_tches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherf_cker right here, Wessyde..)
[2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that - scandalous sh_t, I bet your man ain't sh_t
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' sh_t don't stink
Check out my - diamonds b_tch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw n_gga with riches
Cream dreamin motherf_cker, on a mash for b_tches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head b_tch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin b_tch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main b_tch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no n_gga like me, f_ck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my n_ggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my n_ggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the b_tches at, where the n_ggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
[2pac]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my d_ck in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you h_rdcore; starin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that b_tch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
_rotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny n_gga f_ckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
F_ck Dre, tell that b_tch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (wessyde, motherf_cker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherf_cker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherf_cker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherf_cker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
[2Pac]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I f_cked your b_tch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My d_ck or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot
for pretty b_tches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a n_gga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
F_ck player hatin n_ggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a n_gga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the f_ck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my n_ggaz at? Show me where my n_ggaz at?
Where my b_tches at) Thug style!
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my n_ggaz at, where my b_tches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my n_ggaz at, where my b_tches at?)
(Where my n_ggaz at?)
Friends.. (where my n_ggaz at, where my b_tches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be..)
[2Pac]
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my n_ggaz now, just my n_ggaz come
Where my n_ggaz at? Just my n_ggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my n_ggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my b_tches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my b_tches at
Make money, take money, be friends
[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]
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