Friendz (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo
I don’t wanna be your man, b*tch
(f*ck that)
What you crazy
I don’t wanna be your f*ckin' man
You stupid you f*ckin' idiot
(Drunk ho)
I wanna be
Yo let me f*ck that n*gga down
What’s that?
My ghetto love song hahaha
(Set it off, set it off)
Let’s be friends
(Where my n*ggas at)
(Where my n*ggas, where my n*ggas)
I know you wanna f*ck
(Where my n*ggas at?)
(All my real n*ggas throw your muthaf*ckin' hands up)
Let's be friends
Where my n*ggas, where my n*ggas
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 motherf*cker 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 sh*t, I bet your man ain't sh*t
So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' sh*t don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, b*tch, everyone gonna blink
This be a thug thang, Outlaw n*gga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherf*cker, on a mash for b*tches
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 b*tch
Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G
Puttin' b*tch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called car, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main b*tch head
Understand this: Ain't no n*gga like me, f*ck 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 f*ck
Let’s be friends
There's need to front, let’s be friends
I know you want to f*ck
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my di*k 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 n*gga f*ckin' 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
f*ck Dre! Tell that b*tch 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 f*ck
Let’s be friends
There's need to front, let’s be friends
I know you want to f*ck
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got her ready for a booty call, I f*cked your b*tch
Was it me or the fame, my di*k 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 b*tches
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 n*gga 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?
f*ck player hatin' n*ggas cuz they c*ckblock
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a n*gga 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 f*ck song, now check the record
Let's be friends!

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hey we fin to do this sh*t long stroke style
(Where my n*ggas at? Show me where my n*ggas at)
Baby long strokes
(Where my b*tches at? Show me where my b*tches 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 f*cker right here
(Where my people at? Show me where my people at )
Westside in this motherf*cker
(Where my people at? Show me where my people at)
Westside in this motherf*cker right here
Westside in this motherf*cker
Westside in this motherf*cker right here
Westside in this motherf*cker
Westside in this motherf*cker right here
Westside in this motherf*cker
(Let's be friends)
Be friends, tell me where my n*ggas at
(Westside in this motherf*cker)
Be friends, tell me where my b*tches 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