friends lyrics – 2pac

i wanna be
yo, let me f*ck that n*gg* down
you heard that sh*t n*gg*
ay yo, what you doing with that big *ss?

my ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
let’s be friends, where my n*gg*z at?
where my n*gg*z, where my n*gg*z?
where my n*gg*z at, all my real n*gg*z?
where my n*gg*z, where my n*gg*z?

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)
(throw ya hands in the air)
westside

approach you and post a minute
(yeah)
all on my double-r tinted as you p*ss bye winking
my eye, freshly scented, what’s the happs, baby?
(what’s up?)

come get with me and perhaps, lady
you can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(ha ha ha, get money, baby)
currency seem small i need companionship
(hey)

through with that scandalous sh*t
i bet your man ain’t sh*t
(ain’t sh*t)
so why you hesitating? acting like your sh*t don’t stink
check out my diamonds b*tch everyone gonna blink
(bling, bling, bling)

this be a thug paid, outlaw n*gg* with riches
cream dreaming mother f*cker on a mash for b*tches
(b*tch)
check my resume, sipping on crystalle and allazay

smoking on big weed, keyed the cali way
(westside)
don’t like tricking but i’ll buy you a fifth
i can’t stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head b*tch
(word)

let my letters read, read briefly, they’re so cheap
putting b*tch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
mash on my so-called c*m, who the man?
while tugging on your made b*tch head
(westside)

understand this, ain’t no n*gg* like me
f*ck jay-z, he broke and i smoke daily
(come on, y’all)
baby, let’s be friends

friends
(where my n*gg*z at? come on, y’all)
no need to front, let’s be friends
(where my n*gg*z at, all my n*gg*z?)

because i know you want to f*ck
(where my b*tches at?)
let’s be friends, no need to front, let’s be friends
because i know you want to f*ck

i met you and i stuttered in p*ssion
though slightly blinded by that *ss
it was hard to keep my d*ck in my pants
every time you p*ss got me checking for you hardcore

staring and watching, me and you one on one
(see that)
picture countless options, was it prophecy?
clear as day, visions on top of me
(oh, my god)

erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(yes, yes, yes)
far from a quest i wanna bust your guts
and touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

you got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
just a skinny n*gg* f*cking 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? fine tricks in drag
f*ck dre, tell that b*tch he can kiss my *ss
back to you, my pretty *ss caramel queen
(come here baby, come here)
got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
that’s friends

friends
(where my n*gg*z at? hahah, where my b*tches at?)
(throw ya guns in the air)
no need to front, let’s be friends
(my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

because i know you want to f*ck
let’s be friends
(where my n*gg*z at? where my b*tches at?)
(where my n*gg*z at?)

no need to front, let’s be friends
(where my n*gg*z at?)
(where my b*tches at? where my people at?)
because i know you want to f*ck, let’s be

can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
i got ’em ready for a booty call, i f*cked your b*tch
(ha ha)
was it me or the fame? my d*ck or the game?

bet i scream ‘westside’ when i came
(westside)
scream my name ’cause, baby
it’s the licoius ghetto 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*gg* do it
you 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 hating n*gg*z ’cause they c*ck block
(c*ck block)

you probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
rather see a n*gg* 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, seeing you naked
it’s a f*ck song check the record
(so check my record)

where my n*gg*z at? show me where my n*gg*z at
where my b*tches at? show me where my b*tches at
(come on)
where my people at? show me where my people at
(right here)

where my people at? show me where my people at
(westside in this motherf*cker)
all my n*gg*z now, this for n*gg*z here
(come on, westside in this motherf*cker right here)

where my n*gg*z at? just for n*gg*z now
where my b*tches at? where my b*tches?
(westside in this motherf*cker)
where my b*tches at? where my b*tches be?
(come on)

where my b*tches at? where my b*tches?
(westside in this motherf*cker right here)
where my down getting b*tches? the cash getting n*gg*z
(come on)
be friends, tell me where my n*gg*z at
(westside in this motherf*cker)

be friends, tell me where my b*tches at
be friends, tell me where my people at
(ha ha, my ghetto love song)
make money, take money, be friends
(you know)

make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money

let’s get paid
come on, get your cash on
let’s get paid

/ 2pac lyrics