oh, who hoo hoo
live from the crazy house
you heard that shit nigga
live from the crazy house
yo that nigga be crazy as hell
(hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway ?)
my ghetto love song
(set it off, set it off)
lets be friends
mixed together:
(where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz,
where my niggaz, where my niggaz at)
(where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz,
throw you mother fucking hands up)
(c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands
in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em)
(west side in this mother fucker right here, west side)
(throw you hands in the air,
let me see you just throw you hands in the air)
(Verse 1)
approach you and posed a minute
all on my double R tinted
as you pass bye
winkin' my eye
freshly scented
what's the haps baby, look
get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
currency seems small I need companionship
do with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
so why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink
check out my diamonds
bitch everyone gon' blink
this be a thug thing, outlaw
nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka
on a mash for bitches
check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alizee
smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way
don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit
I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch
let my pedigree read briefly
their so cheap
puttin bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief
mash on my so called car
who the man while I'm thuggin' on your main bitch hand
(west side)
understand this, ain't no nigga like me
fuck Jay-Z
he broke and I smoke dearly
(C'mon y'all)
baby lets be friends
(Chorus)
lets be friends
(where my niggaz at c'mon)
you ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your friends
(all my niggaz c'mon)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be friends
(where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)
Lets be friends
you ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your friends
(cash making hoe's)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be ...
(Verse 2)
I met you and I stuttered in passion
though slightly blinded
but at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants
every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
staring and watching
me and you
one on one, picture countless options
was it prophecy, clear as day?
visions on top of me
erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
far from a crush
I wanna bust your guts
and touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts
you got my sweatin' like a fat girl going for mine
just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
back in time, I recall how she used to be
I guess
money and fame made ya used to me
what's up in 96?
lying tricks in drag
fuck Dre
tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
back to you
my pretty ass, caramal queen
got my hands on your thighs
now let me in between
as friends
(Chorus)
lets be friends
(west side in this mother fucker right here)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your friends
(west side in this mother fucker)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
lets be friends
(west side in this mother fucker right here)
Lets be friends
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your friends
(in this mother fucker right here)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
(Verse 3)
can you image in me in player mode?
rush the tricks
I got em, ready for a booty call
I fucked your bitch
was it me or the fame?
my dick or the game?
bet I screamed west side when I came
(WESTSIIIIDE!)
scream my name
cause baby it's delicious
got a weak spot for pretty bitches
up and down, similar to switches
my movement, baby let your back dip into it
make it fluent
in and out, all around when a nigga do it
you got me high, let me come inside
love it when you get on top, baby let me ride
who wanna stop me?
in my top notch
fucking player hating niggaz cause they cock block
you probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the game
rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
a bad seed turned good, in this world of g's
baby got me fantasizing of seeing you naked
it's a fuck song, so check my record
and lets be friends
where my niggaz at?
(ahahahaha)
show me where my niggaz at
where my bitches at?
thugstyle
lets be friends
where my niggaz at?
(huh,huh)
where my bitches at?
throw your guns in the air
friends
my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on
lets be friends
where my niggaz at?
(huh,huh)
where my bitches at?
where my niggaz at?
friends
where my niggaz at?
where my bitches at?
where my people at? Lets be
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
where my people at?, Show me where my people at.
all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come.
where my niggaz at?
just my niggaz now.
be friends, tell me where my niggaz at?
be friends, tell me where my bitches at?
be friends, tell me where my people at?
make money, take money
be friends
(Chorus)
Friends
(get your cash on)
(lets get money)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your
friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
(lets get paid)
lets be friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
(lets get paid)
as long as you just give me your
friends
(c'mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin' on them other hoes
(lets get paid)
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
F*** Friendz Lyrics performed by 2Pac are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that F*** Friendz Lyrics performed by 2Pac is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD