Текст песни 2Pac - Death Row Records: Too Gangsta 4 Radio (, слова песни 2Pac

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[2pac] (talking)I wanna be...Yo let me fuck that nigga downYou heard that shit niggaAy yo what you doin with that big assMy ghetto love songSet it off, set it offLet`s be friendsWhere my niggaz atWhere my niggaz, where my niggazWhere my niggaz at, all my real niggazWhere my niggaz, where my niggazLet`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 winkinMy eye, freshly scentedWhat`s the happs baby? (what`s up?)Come get with me and perhaps ladyYou can help me multiply my stacks baby (ha ha ha get money baby)Currency seem small i need companionship (hey)Through with that scandalous shitI bet your man ain`t shit (ain`t shit)So why you hesitating?Actin like your shit don`t stinkCheck out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with richesCream 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 fifthI can`t stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch (word)Let my letters read, read briefly, they`re so cheapPuttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no griefMash on my so-called cum, who the man?While tuggin on your made bitch head (westside!)Understand this, ain`t no nigga like meFuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily (come on y`all)Baby let`s be friends(Chorus)Friends (where my niggaz at? come on y`all)No need to front, let`s be friends (where my niggaz at, all my niggaz)Because I know you want to fuck (where my bitches at)Let`s be friendsNo need to front, let`s be friendsBecause I know you want to fuck[2pac - Verse 2]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 hardcoreStaring and watchin, me and you one on one (see that)Picture countless optionsWas 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 gutsAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nutsYou got me sweatin like a fat girl going 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 queen (come here baby, come here!)Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-betweenThat`s friends(Chorus)Friends (Where my niggaz at? hahah, Where my bitches 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 fuck,Let`s be friends (Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? Where my niggaz at?)No need to front, let`s be friends (Where my niggaz at?)(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)Because i know you want to fuckLet`s be...[2pac - Verse 3]Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricksI got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha Ha!)Was it me or the fame?My dick or the game?Bet I scream `westside` when I came (westside!)

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