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| 2Pac Miscellaneous Fuck Friends oh, who hoo hoo live from the crazy house you heard that shit nigga live from the crazy house yo that nigga be crazy as hell (hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway ?) my ghetto love song (set it off, set it off) lets be friends mixed together: (where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz at) (where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz, throw you mother fucking hands up) (c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em) (west side in this mother fucker right here, west side) (throw you hands in the air, let me see you just throw you hands in the air) [Verse 1] approach you and posed a minute all on my double R tinted as you pass bye winkin' my eye freshly scented what's the haps baby, look get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby currency seems small I need companionship do with that scandalous shit I bet your man ain't shit so why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink check out my diamonds bitch everyone gon' blink this be a thug thing, outlaw nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka on a mash for bitches check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alize smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch let my pedigree read briefly their so cheap 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 hand (west side) understand this, ain't no nigga like me fuck Jay-Z he broke and I smoke dearly (C'mon y'all) baby lets be friends [Chorus] lets be friends (where my niggaz at c'mon) you ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (all my niggaz c'mon) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be friends (where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (hu, huh) Lets be friends you ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (cash making hoe's) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be ... [Verse 2] I met you and I stuttered in passion though slightly blinded but at last, 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, picture countless options was it prophecy, clear as day ? visions on top of me erotic, psychotic, would possess my body far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts you got my 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 ya used to me what's up in 96 ? lying tricks in drag fuck Dre tell that bitch he can kiss my ass back to you my pretty ass, caramal queen got my hands on your thighs now let me in between as friends [Chorus] lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here) You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (west side in this mother fucker) while you trickin' on them other hoes lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here) Lets be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (in this mother fucker right here) while you trickin' on them other hoes [Verse 3] can you image in me in player mode ? rush the tricks I got em, ready for a booty call I fucked your bitch was it me or the fame ? my dick or the game ? bet I screamed west side when I came (WESTSIIIIDE!) scream my name cause 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 fluent in and out, all around when a nigga do it you got me high, let me come inside love it when you get on top, baby let me ride who wanna stop me ? in my top notch fucking player hating niggaz cause they cock block you probably hate to see a real thug envisioned 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 of seeing you naked it's a fuck song, so check my record and let me friends where my niggaz at? (ahahahaha) show me where my niggaz at where my bitches at? thugstyle lets be friends where my niggaz at ? (huh,huh) where my bitches at ? throw your guns in the air friends my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on lets be friends where my niggaz at ? (huh,huh) where my bitches at ? where my niggaz at ? friends where my niggaz at ? where my bitches at ? where my people at ? Lets be where my people at?, Show me where my people at. where my people at?, Show me where my people at. where my people at?, Show me where my people at. all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come. where my niggaz at ? just my niggaz now. be friends, tell me where my niggaz at ? be friends, tell me where my bitches at ? be friends, tell me where my people at ? make money, take money be friends [Chorus] Friends (get your cash on) (lets get money) You ain't gotta by my man at all as long as you just give me your friends (c'mon, get your cash on) while you trickin' on them other hoes (lets get paid) lets be friends (c'mon, get your cash on) You ain't gotta by my man at all (lets get paid) as long as you just give me your friends (c'mon, get your cash on) while you trickin' on them other hoes (lets get paid) make money, take money make money, take money make money, take money make money, take money |
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