Представляем точный текст композиции "Fuck Friendz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fuck Friendz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "Fuck Friendz"
Lyrics to Fuck Friendz : [2Pac - over background voices] My ghetto love song, hahaha, lets 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) Lets be friends.. (Wessyde in this motherfucker 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 Whats 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 aint shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo shit dont stink Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Dont like trickin but Ill buy you a fifth I cant stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, theyre so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man' While Im tuggin on yo main bitch head (Cmere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, aint no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on yall) baby lets be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Lets be friends (where my niggaz at' come on) You aint 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' Lets be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money') (where you at baby') You aint gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (cash makin hoes) Why you trickin on them other hoes' Lets 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 fuckin 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 Whats up in 9-6' Fine tricks in drag Fuck 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] Lets be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here) You aint gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes' Lets be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here) You aint gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (in this motherfucker right here) Why you trickin on them other hoes' Lets be friends [2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I 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 its 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' Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, whats 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 Gs Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked Its the fuck song, so check my record And lets be friends (Where my niggaz at' Show me where my niggaz at' Where my bitches at) Thug style! [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Lets 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) Lets 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' Lets 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] Lets be friends (get your cash on, lets, get dough) You aint gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (cmon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes' Lets be friends (cmon, get your cash on, lets, get paid) You aint gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (cmon, getcha cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes' Lets be friends Make money, take money! [repeat 5X] [ Fuck Friendz Lyrics ]
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