Friends

Talking

I wanna be

Yo let me *****that n***a down

You heard that s**t n***a

Ay yo what you doin with that big a*s

My ghetto love song

Set it off set it off

Let's be friends

Where my n***az at

Where my n***az where my n***az

Where my n***az at all my real n***az

Where my n***az where my n***az

Let'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 *****er right here

Throw ya hands in the air

Westside

Approach you and post a minute

Yeah

All on my double R tinted *car screech*

As you pass bye winkin

My eye freshly scented

What's the happs baby

What's up

Come get with me and perhaps lady

You can help me multiply my stacks baby

Ha ha ha get money baby

Currency seem small I need companionship

Hey

Through with that scandalous s**t

I bet your man ain't s**t

Ain't s**t

So why you hesitating

Actin like your s**t don't stink

Check out my diamonds *****everyone gonna blink

Bling bling bling

This be a thug paid outlaw n***a with riches

Cream dreamin mother *****er on a mash for *****es

Check my resume sippin on crystalle and allazay *coughing*

Smokin on big w**d keyed the Cali way

Westside

Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth

I can't stand no sneaker wearing nappy head *****

Word

Let my letters read read briefly they're so cheap

Puttin *****made bustas to sleep with no grief

Mash on my so called cum who the man

While tuggin on your made *****head

Westside

Understand this ain't no n***a like me

*****Jay z he broke and I smoke daily

Come on y'all

Baby let's be friends

Friends

Where my n***az at come on y'all

No need to front let's be friends

Where my n***az at all my n***az

Because I know you want to *****

Where my *****es at

Let's be friends

No need to front let's be friends

Because I know you want to *****

I met you and I stuttered in passion

Though slightly blinded by that a*s

It was hard to keep my d**k in my pants

Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore

Staring and watchin me and you one on one

See that

Picture countless options

Was 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 guts

And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweatin like a fat girl going for mine

Just a skinny n***a *****in 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

*****Dre tell that *****he can kiss my a*s

Back to you my pretty a*s caramel queen

Come here baby come here

Got my hands on your thighs now let me in between

That's friends

Friends

Where my n***az at hahah

Where my *****es 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 *****

Let's be friends

Where my n***az at

Where my *****es at Where my n***az at

No need to front let's be friends

Where my n***az at

Where my *****es at Where my people at

Because I know you want to *****

Let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode rush the tricks

I got em ready for a booty call I *****ed your *****

Ha Ha

Was it me or the fame

My d**k or the game

Bet I scream 'westside' when I came

Westside

Scream my name

Cause baby it's the licoius ghetto weak spot for pretty *****es

Up and down similar to switches

My movement baby let your back dip into it make it fluent

In and out all around when a n***a do it

You got me high Let me come inside

I love it when you get on top baby let me ride

Who wanna stop me Am I top notch

*****player hatin n***az cause they *****block

*****block

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game

Rather see a n***a up in prison why you change

Made a living out of cuss words liquor and w**d

A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing seeing you *****

It's a *****song check the record

So check my record

Chorus x 4

Talking over chorus

Where my n***az at Show me where my n***az at

Where my *****es at Show me where my *****es at

Come on

Where my people at Show me where my people at

Right here

Where my people at Show me where my people at

Westside in this mother*****er

All my n***az now this for n***az here

Come on westside in this mother*****er right here

Where my n***az at Just for n***az now

Where my *****es at Where my *****es

Westside in this mother*****er

Where my *****es at Where my *****es be

Come on

Where my *****es at Where my *****es

Westside in this mother*****er right here

Where my down gettin *****es The cash gettin n***az

Come on

Be friends tell me where my n***az at

Westside in this mother*****er

Be friends tell me where my *****es at

Be friends tell me where my people at

Ha ha my ghetto love song

Make money take money be friends

You know

Make money take money

6X

Let's get paid

Come on get your cash on

Let's get paid