[2pac] (talking)

I wanna be...

Yo let me fuck that nigga down

You heard that shit nigga

Ay yo what you doin with that big ass

My ghetto love song

Set it off, set it off

Let's be friends

Where my niggaz at

Where my niggaz, where my niggaz

Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz

Where my niggaz, where my niggaz



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 mother fucker right here)

(throw ya hands in the air)

Westside



[2pac - Verse 1]

Approach you and post a minute (yeah)

All on my double-R tinted *car screech*

As you pass bye winkin

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 shit

I bet your man ain't shit (ain't shit)

So why you hesitating?

Actin like your shit don't stink

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

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches

Cream dreamin mother fucker, on a mash for bitches (bitch)

Check my resume, sippin on crystalle and allazay *coughing*

Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way (Westside!)

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

I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch (word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap

Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief

Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?

While tuggin on your made bitch head (westside!)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me -acap