Friendz lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


[Introduction: 2Pac]
I want to be, yo, let me f*ck that n*gga down
You heard that sh*t, n*gga
Ay, yo, what you going with that big ass
My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my n*ggas' at
Where my n*ggas', where my n*ggas'
Where my n*ggas' at, all my real n*ggas'
Where my n*ggas', where my n*ggas'

[Hook]
Let's be friends, throw your hands in the air
There's no need to front
Let's see you just throw your hands in the air
Let's be friends, Westside in this motherf*cka right here
Throw your hands in the air, Westside

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, yeah, all on my double 'R' tinted
As you pass bye winking, my eye's freshly scented
What's the happ's baby, what's up, 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, ain't sh*t
So why you're hesitating, acting like your sh*t don't stink
Check out my diamonds, b*tch, everyone's going to blink
This be a thug paid outlaw n*gga with riches
Cream dreaming motherf*cker on a mash for b*tches
Check my resume, sipping on Cristal and Alizé
Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way, Westside!
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you what fit
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head b*tch
Let my pedigree breathe reason, this' OG
Putting b*tch-made busters' to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called car, who the man
While I'm tugging on your made-b*tch's hand? (Westside)
Understand this, ain't no n*gga like me
f*ck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
[Hook]
Lets be friends, where's my n*ggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to f*ck
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because 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 '96? 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 inbetween as friends

[Hook]
Lets be friends, where's my n*ggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to f*ck
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because 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 fluent
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 wants to stop me, am I top notch
f*ck player-hating n*ggas' because they c*ck block
You'd probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a n*gga up in prison, why have you changed?
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 fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a f*ck song, check the record, so check my record

[Hook 2]
Lets be friends, where's my n*ggas' at?
Show me where my n*ggas at, where my b*tches at?
Show me where my b*tches at, come on
Let's be friends, where my people at?
Show me where my people at, (right here)
Where my people at? (Westside)
Where my n*ggas at? theres my n*ggas there
Where my n*ggas at? theres my n*ggas yeaah
Where my b*tches at? where my b*tches? here
Where my b*tches at? Where my b*tches? come on
(Let's be friends) Where my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches? yeaah, come on, Where my b*tches at?
And the cash gettin' n*ggas, come on (Let's be friends)
Be friends, tell me where my n*ggas at?
Be friends, tell me where my b*tches at?
Be friends, tell me where my people at?
[Outro]
Make money, take money, let's be friends
Make money, take money, get your cash on
Come on, get your cash on, let's get paid
Make money, take money, let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on, let's get paid
Make money, take money, let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on, let's get paid
Make money, take money, let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on, let's get paid
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