Oh, who hoo hoo Live from the crazy house You heard that shit nigga Live from the crazy house Yo that nigga be crazy as hell (hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway ?) My ghetto love song (set it off, set it off) Lets be friends Mixed together: (where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz, where my niggaz at) (where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz, throw you mother fucking hands up) (c'mon, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets see you throw you hands in the air, throw em, throw em, throw em) (west side in this mother fucker right here, west side) (throw you hands in the air, let me see you just throw you hands in the air) [Verse 1] Approach you and posed a minute All on my double R tinted As you pass bye Winkin' my eye Freshly scented What's the haps baby, look Get with me and perhaps lady You can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship Do with that scandalous shit I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink Check out my diamonds Bitch everyone gon' blink This be a thug thing, outlaw Nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka On a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alize Smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way Don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch Let my pedigree read briefly Their so cheap Puttin bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so called car Who the man while I'm tuggin' on your main bitch hand (west side) Understand this, ain't no nigga like me Fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke dearly (C'mon y'all) Baby lets be friends [Chorus] Lets be friends (where my niggaz at c'mon) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your Friends (all my niggaz c'mon) While you trickin' on them other hoes Lets be friends (where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (hu, huh) Lets be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your Friends (cash making hoe's) While you trickin' on them other hoes Lets be ... [Verse 2] I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded But at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore Staring and watching Me and you One on one, picture countless options Was it prophecy, clear as day ? Visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts And touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts You got my sweatin' like a fat girl going 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 ya used to me What's up in 96 ? Lying tricks in drag Fuck Dre Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you My pretty ass, caramal queen Got my hands on your thighs Now let me in between As friends [Chorus] Lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your Friends (west side in this mother fucker) While you trickin' on them other hoes Lets be friends (west side in this mother fucker right here)
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