Discover the poetic beauty in ‘F*** Friendz’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
My ghetto love song, ha ha ha, let’s be friends
(Where my niggas at? Where my niggas where my bitches?
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let’s be friends (Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What’s the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
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 everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin’ motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin’ on Cristal and Alize
Smokin’ on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don’t like trickin’ but I’ll buy you a fifth
I can’t stand no sneaker-wearin’ nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, 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 yo’ main bitch head (C’mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain’t no nigga like me, f*ck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y’all) baby let’s be friends
Let’s be friends (where my niggas at? come on)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends.. (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggas with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends.. (cash makin’ hoes)
Why you trickin’ on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin’ for you hardcore; starin’ and watchin’
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin’ like a fat girl goin’ 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 you used to me
What’s up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
F*ck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends
Let’s be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin’ on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin’ on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream wessyde when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, ’cause baby it’s delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
F*ck player hatin’ niggas ’cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what’s the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin’ out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good – in this world of G’s
Baby got me fantasizin’, seein’ you naked
It’s the f*ck song, so check my record
And let’s be friends
(Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style!
Let’s be friends (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo’ guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let’s be friends (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggas at?)
Friends.. (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let’s be..)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggas now, just my niggas come
Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now
Be friends, tell me where my niggas at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends
Let’s be friends (get your cash on, let’s, get dough)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends (c’mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (c’mon, get your cash on, let’s, get paid)
You ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends (c’mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!