2Pac — Friendz Original Version

[Intro: 2Pac] Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo I don’t wanna be your man, bitch (Fuck that) What you crazy I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man You stupid you fuckin' idiot (Drunk ho) I wanna be Yo let me fuck that nigga down What’s that? My ghetto love song hahaha (Set it off, set it off) Let’s be friends (Where my niggas at) (Where my niggas, where my niggas) I know you wanna fuck (Where my niggas at?) (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up) Let's be friends Where my niggas, where my niggas Hahahaha yeeeah (Let's go lets go) 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, Westside) (Throw ya hands in the air) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady You can help me multiply my stacks, baby Currency seems small, I need companionship Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink? Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gonna blink This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called car, who the man? While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z! He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be [Hook: 2Pac] Friends There's no need to front, let’s be friends I know you want to fuck Let’s be friends There's need to front, let’s be friends I know you want to fuck [Verse 2: 2Pac] 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, starin' and watchin' Me and you, one on one, picture countless options Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies 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 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? Find tricks in drag Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass! Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends [Hook: 2Pac] Friends There's no need to front, let’s be friends I know you want to fuck Let’s be friends There's need to front, let’s be friends I know you want to fuck [Verse 3: 2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came, Westside Scream my name because, 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 fluid In and out, all around when a nigga do it You've 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' niggas cuz they cockblock You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's 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's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked It's a fuck song, now check the record Let's be friends! [Outro: 2Pac] Hey we fin to do this shit long stroke style (Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at) Baby long strokes (Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at) (Thug style) (Where my people at? Show me where my people at ) (Where my people at? Show me where my people at) Let's be friends Westside in this mother fucker right here (Where my people at? Show me where my people at ) Westside in this motherfucker (Where my people at? Show me where my people at) Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker (Let's be friends) Be friends, tell me where my niggas at (Westside in this motherfucker) Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Make money, take money (Be friends) Make money, take money (Be friends) Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Come on, get your cash on Let's get paid