Fuck Friendz 2pac текст и слова песни

[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 air

Everybody just throw your hands in the air)

Let's be friends..

(Wessyde in this motherf**ker right here, Wessyde..)


[2Pac]

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted

As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented

What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady

you can help me multiply my stacks baby

Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)

Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit

So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink

Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)

This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches

Cream dreamin motherf**ker, on a mash for bitches

Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize

Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way

Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth

I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch

Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap

Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief

Mash 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, f**k Jay-Z

He 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 your

friends.. (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 your

friends.. (cash makin hoes)

Why you trickin on them other hoes?

Let's be friends


[2pac]

I met you and I stuttered in passion

Though slightly blinded by that ass

It was hard to keep my dick in my pants

Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin

Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options

Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me

Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics

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 nigga f**kin 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**k Dre, tell that bitch 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


[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]

Let's be friends (wessyde, motherf**ker right here)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your

friends.. (wessyde in this motherf**ker)

Why you trickin on them other hoes?

Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherf**ker right here)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your

friends.. (in this motherf**ker right here)

Why you trickin on them other hoes?

Let's be friends


[2Pac]

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks

I got em ready for a booty call, I f**ked 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 spot

for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches

My movement, baby let your back get into it

Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it

You 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?

F**k 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 weed

A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked

It's the f**k song, so check my record

And 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 at

Where my people at? Show me where my people at

All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come

Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now

Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at

Be friends, tell me where my people at

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at

Make 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 your

friends.. (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 your

friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)

Why you trickin on them other hoes?

Let's be friends


Make money, take money! (*repeat 5X*)