Friends by 2pac
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?
My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside
Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)
Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)
Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)
This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay
Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)
Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends
Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)
Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
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
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)
Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking 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
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