2pac - f** Friendz lyrics

[2Pac - over background voices] My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends.. (Where my n***az at? Where my n***az where my b**hes? Where my n***az at? Where my b**hes at? Throw your hands in the air Everybody just throw your hands in the air) Let's be friends.. (Wessyde in this motherf**er right here, Wessyde..) [2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pa** bye wink in my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby? (Wha**up?) 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**, I bet your man ain't sh** So why you hesitatin actin like yo' sh** don't stink Check out my - diamonds b**h everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw n***a with riches Cream dreamin motherf**er, on a mash for b**hes 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**h Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin b**h-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main b**h head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no n***a like me, f** 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***az at? come on) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (all my n***az, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (where the b**hes at, where the n***az 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 pa**ion Though slightly blinded by that a** It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pa** got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that b**h) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, 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***a f**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 f** Dre, tell that b**h he can kiss my a** Back to you, my pretty a** caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs now Let me in between as friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (wessyde, motherf**er right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherf**er) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherf**er right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (in this motherf**er 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**ed your b**h (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick 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**hes 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***a 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** player hatin n***az cause they co*k block (co*k block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a n***a 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** song, so check my record And let's be friends (Where my n***az at? Show me where my n***az at? Where my b**hes at) Thug style! [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my n***az at, where my b**hes 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***az at, where my b**hes at?) (Where my n***az at?) Friends.. (where my n***az at, where my b**hes 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***az now, just my n***az come Where my n***az at? Just my n***az now Be friends, tell me where my n***az at Be friends, tell me where my b**hes at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my b**hes 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]