Friends-Friends

Friends - Friends [2pac] (talking) I wanna be... Yo let me ***** that ni**a down You heard that sh*t ni**a Ay yo what you doin with that big a** 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 *****er 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 sh*t I bet your man ain't sh*t (ain't sh*t) So why you hesitating? Actin like your sh*t don't stink Check out my diamonds ***** everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug paid, outlaw ni**a with riches Cream dreamin mother *****er, on a mash for *****es (*****) Check my resume, sippin on crystalle and allazay *coughing* Smokin on big w**d, 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 ***** (word) Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap Puttin *****-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called cum, who the man? While tuggin on your made ***** head (westside!) Understand this, ain't no ni**a like me ***** 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 ***** (where my *****es at) Let's be friends No need to front, let's be friends Because I know you want to ***** [2pac - Verse 2] I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded by that a** 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 ni**a *****in 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 ***** Dre, tell that ***** he can kiss my a** Back to you, my pretty a** 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 *****es 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 *****, Let's be friends (Where my niggaz at? Where my *****es at? Where my niggaz at?) No need to front, let's be friends (Where my niggaz at?) (Where my *****es at? Where my people at?) Because i know you want to ***** 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 *****ed your ***** (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 *****es 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 ni**a 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? ***** player hatin niggaz cause they ***** block (***** block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game Rather see a ni**a up in prison, why you change? Made a living out of cuss words, liquor, and w**d A bad seed turned good in this world of G's Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you ***** It's a ***** 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 *****es at? Show me where my *****es 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 mother*****er) All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here (come on! westside in this mother*****er right here) Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now Where my *****es at? Where my *****es? (westside in this mother*****er) Where my *****es at? Where my *****es be? (come on) Where my *****es at? Where my *****es? (westside in this mother*****er right here) Where my down gettin *****es? The cash gettin niggaz (come on) Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at (westside in this mother*****er) Be friends, tell me where my *****es 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