2Pac: Fuck friends

{2Pac - over background voices}My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?Throw your hands in the airEverybody just throw your hands in the air)Let's be friends..(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..){2Pac}Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tintedAs you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scentedWhat's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps ladyyou can help me multiply my stacks babyCurrency seems small I need companionship (hey)Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shitSo why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stinkCheck out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with richesCream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitchesCheck my resume, sippin on Cristal and AlizeSmokin on big weed, keyed the Cali wayDon't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifthI can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitchLet my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheapPuttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no griefMash on my so-called comp, who the man?While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-ZHe broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends{Chorus: singer + 2Pac}Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)(where you at baby?)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (cash makin hoes)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friends{2pac}I met you and I stuttered in passionThough slightly blinded by that assIt was hard to keep my dick in my pantsEvery time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchinMe and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless optionsWas it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of meErotic, psychotic, we posess bubonicsFar from a crush I wanna bust your guts and toucheverything inside you from my head to my nutsYou got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mineJust a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mindBack in time I recall how she used to beI guess money and fame made you used to meWhat's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in dragFuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my assBack to you, my pretty ass caramel queenGot my hands on your thighs nowLet me in between as friends{Chorus: singer + 2Pac}Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (in this motherfucker right here)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friends{2Pac}Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricksI got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spotfor pretty bitches up and down, similar to switchesMy movement, baby let your back get into itMake it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do itYou got me high! Let me come inside!I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)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 livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weedA bad seed turned good - in this world of G'sBaby got me fantasizin, seein you nakedIt's the fuck song, so check my recordAnd let's be friends(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?Where my bitches at) Thug style!{Chorus: singer + 2Pac}Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)(Throw yo' guns in the air!)Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)(Where my niggaz at?)Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)(Where my people at? Let's be..){2Pac}Where my people at? Show me where my people atWhere my people at? Show me where my people atAll my niggaz now, just my niggaz comeWhere my niggaz at? Just my niggaz nowBe friends, tell me where my niggaz atBe friends, tell me where my bitches atBe friends, tell me where my people atBe friends, tell me where my bitches atMake money, take money, be friends{Chorus: singer + 2Pac}Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me yourfriends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)Why you trickin on them other hoes?Let's be friendsMake money, take money! {repeat 5X}