Fuck Friendz Lyrics
<e&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1729-2_pac~fuck_friendz_lyrics.html ]#109;>[2Pac - over background voices]<br />My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..<br />(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?<br />Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?<br />Throw your hands in the air<br />Everybody just throw your hands in the air) <br />Let's be friends..<br />(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..)<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted<br />As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented<br />What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady<br />you can help me multiply my stacks baby<br />Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)<br />Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit<br />So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink<br />Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)<br />This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches<br />Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches<br />Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize<br />Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way<br />Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth<br />I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch<br />Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap<br />Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief<br />Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?<br />While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)<br />Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z<br />He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: singer * 2Pac]<br />Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)<br />(where you at baby?)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (cash makin hoes)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends<br /><br /><em>[2pac]<br />I met you and I stuttered in passion<br />Though slightly blinded by that ass<br />It was hard to keep my dick in my pants<br />Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin<br />Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options<br />Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me<br />Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics<br />Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch<br />everything inside you from my head to my nuts<br />You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine<br />Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind<br />Back in time I recall how she used to be<br />I guess money and fame made you used to me<br />What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag<br />Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass<br />Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen<br />Got my hands on your thighs now<br />Let me in between as friends<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: singer * 2Pac]<br />Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (in this motherfucker right here)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks<br />I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)<br />Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?<br />Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)<br />Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot<br />for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches<br />My movement, baby let your back get into it<br />Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it<br />You got me high! Let me come inside!<br />I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)<br />Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?<br />Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)<br />You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?<br />Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?<br />Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed<br />A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's<br />Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked<br />It's the fuck song, so check my record<br />And let's be friends<br />(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?<br />Where my bitches at) Thug style!<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: singer * 2Pac]<br />Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)<br />(Throw yo' guns in the air!)<br />Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)<br />Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)<br />(Where my niggaz at?)<br />Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)<br />(Where my people at? Let's be..)<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Where my people at? Show me where my people at<br />Where my people at? Show me where my people at<br />All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come<br />Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now<br />Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at<br />Be friends, tell me where my bitches at<br />Be friends, tell me where my people at<br />Be friends, tell me where my bitches at<br />Make money, take money, be friends<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: singer * 2Pac]<br />Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)<br />You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your<br />friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)<br />Why you trickin on them other hoes?<br />Let's be friends<br /><br />Make money, take money! <em>[repeat 5X]