[Intro: 2Pac]
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo, live from the crazyhouse
I don’t wanna be your man, bitch, (Fuck that) what you crazy
I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man
You stupid, you fuckin' idiot! (Drunk ho)
I wanna be… yo let me fuck that nigga down
What’s that? Ayo, what you doin' with that big ass?
My ghetto love song (Hahaha)
Set it off, set it off! Let’s be friends! Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas, where my niggas, where my niggas at?
All my real niggas (Throw your mothafuckin' hands up!)
Where my niggas, where my niggas?
Hahahaha yeeeah (Let's go, let's go!)
Let’s be friends! (Throw your hands in the air!)
There’s no need to front
(Let’s see you just throw your hands in the air!) Let's be friends!
(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)
(Throw your hands in the air!)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
Currency seems small, I need companionship
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, every one go bling
This be a thug thing, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alizé
Smokin' on big weed keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a 'Fit
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree read briefly, 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 your main bitch head
Understand this: ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z!
He broke and I smoke daily—baby, let's be friends!
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo, live from the crazyhouse
I don’t wanna be your man, bitch, (Fuck that) what you crazy
I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man
You stupid, you fuckin' idiot! (Drunk ho)
I wanna be… yo let me fuck that nigga down
What’s that? Ayo, what you doin' with that big ass?
My ghetto love song (Hahaha)
Set it off, set it off! Let’s be friends! Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas, where my niggas, where my niggas at?
All my real niggas (Throw your mothafuckin' hands up!)
Where my niggas, where my niggas?
Hahahaha yeeeah (Let's go, let's go!)
Let’s be friends! (Throw your hands in the air!)
There’s no need to front
(Let’s see you just throw your hands in the air!) Let's be friends!
(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)
(Throw your hands in the air!)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
Currency seems small, I need companionship
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, every one go bling
This be a thug thing, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alizé
Smokin' on big weed keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a 'Fit
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree read briefly, 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 your main bitch head
Understand this: ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z!
He broke and I smoke daily—baby, let's be friends!
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