2pac - Friends lyrics

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[2pac] (talking) I wanna be... Yo let me fuck that nigga down You heard that shit nigga Ay yo what you doin 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 mother fucker right here) (throw ya hands in the air) Westside [2pac - Verse 1] Approach you and post a minute (yeah) All on my double-R tinted *car screech* As you pass bye winkin 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? Actin 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 dreamin mother fucker, on a mash for bitches (bitch) Check my resume, sippin on crystalle and allazay *coughing* Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way (Westside!) Don't like trickin 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 Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called cum, who the man? While tuggin 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 (Chorus) 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 [2pac - Verse 2] 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 checkin for you hardcore Staring and watchin, 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 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 you used to me What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen (come here baby, come here!) Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between That's friends (Chorus) Friends (Where my niggaz at? hahah, Where my bitches at? Throw ya guns in the air) No need to front, let's be friends (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Because I know you want to fuck, Let's be friends (Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? Where my niggaz at?) No need to front, let's be friends (Where my niggaz at?) (Where my bitches at? Where my people at?) Because i know you want to fuck Let's be... [2pac - Verse 3] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha Ha!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I scream 'westside' when I came (westside!) Scream my name Cause baby it's the licoius ghetto 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! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision 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, seeing you naked It's a fuck song check the record (so check my record) Chorus x 4 [2pac] (talking over chorus) Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at (come on) Where my people at? Show me where my people at (right here) Where my people at? Show me where my people at (westside in this motherfucker) All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here (come on! westside in this motherfucker right here) Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now Where my bitches at? Where my bitches? (westside in this motherfucker) Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be? (come on) Where my bitches at? Where my bitches? (westside in this motherfucker right here) Where my down gettin bitches? The cash gettin niggaz (come on) Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at (westside in this motherfucker) Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at (ha ha, my ghetto love song) Make money, take money, be friends (you know) Make money, take money (6X) Let's get paid Come on, get your cash on Let's get paid