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)