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oh, who hoo hoolive from the crazy houseyou heard that shit niggalive from the crazy houseyo 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 friendsmixed 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 minuteall on my double R tintedas you pass byewinkin' my eyefreshly scentedwhat's the haps baby, lookget with me and perhaps ladyyou can help me multiply my stacks babycurrency seems small I need companionshipdo with that scandalous shitI bet your man ain't shitso why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stinkcheck out my diamondsbitch everyone gon' blinkthis be a thug thing, outlawnigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fuckaon a mash for bitchescheck my resume, sippin' on crystal and alizesmoking on big weed, key'd the Cali waydon't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fitI can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitchlet my pedigree read brieflytheir so cheapputtin bitch made bustas to sleep with no griefmash on my so called carwho the man while I'm tuggin' on your main bitch hand(west side)understand this, ain't no nigga like mefuck Jay-Zhe 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 allas long as you just give me yourfriends(all my niggaz c'mon)while you trickin' on them other hoeslets be friends(where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?)(hu, huh)Lets be friendsyou ain't gotta by my man at allas long as you just give me yourfriends(cash making hoe's)while you trickin' on them other hoeslets be ...[Verse 2]I met you and I stuttered in passionthough slightly blindedbut at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pantsevery time you pass, got me checking for you hardcorestaring and watchingme and youone on one, picture countless optionswas it prophecy, clear as day ?visions on top of meerotic, psychotic, would possess my bodyfar from a crushI wanna bust your gutsand touch everything inside you, from my head to my nutsyou got my sweatin' like a fat girl going for minejust a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mindback in time, I recall how she used to beI guessmoney and fame made ya used to mewhat's up in 96 ?lying tricks in dragfuck Dretell that bitch he can kiss my assback to youmy pretty ass, caramal queengot my hands on your thighsnow let me in betweenas friends[Chorus]lets be friends(west side in this mother fucker right here)You ain't gotta by my man at allas long as you just give me yourfriends(west side in this mother fucker)while you trickin' on them other hoeslets be friends(west side in this mother fucker right here)Lets be friendsYou ain't gotta by my man at allas long as you just give me yourfriends(in this mother fucker right here)while you trickin' on them other hoes[Verse 3]can you image in me in player mode ?rush the tricksI got em, ready for a booty callI fucked your bitchwas it me or the fame ?my dick or the game ?bet I screamed west side when I came(WESTSIIIIDE!)scream my namecause baby it's deliciousgot a weak spot for pretty bitchesup and down, similar to switchesmy movement, baby let your back dip into itmake it fluentin and out, all around when a nigga do ityou got me high, let me come insidelove it when you get on top, baby let me ridewho wanna stop me ?in my top notchfucking player hating niggaz cause they cock blockyou probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the gamerather see a nigga up in prison, why you change ?made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weeda bad seed turned good, in this world of g'sbaby got me fantasizing of seeing you nakedit's a fuck song, so check my recordand let me friendswhere my niggaz at?(ahahahaha)show me where my niggaz atwhere my bitches at?thugstylelets be friendswhere my niggaz at ?(huh,huh)where my bitches at ?throw your guns in the airfriendsmy ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and onlets be friendswhere my niggaz at ?(huh,huh)where my bitches at ?where my niggaz at ?friendswhere my niggaz at ?where my bitches at ?where my people at ? Lets bewhere my people at?, Show me where my people at.where my people at?, Show me where my people at.where my people at?, Show me where my people at.all my niggaz now, just my niggaz come.where my niggaz at ?just my niggaz now.be friends, tell me where my niggaz at ?be friends, tell me where my bitches at ?be friends, tell me where my people at ?make money, take moneybe friends[Chorus]Friends(get your cash on)(lets get money)You ain't gotta by my man at allas long as you just give me yourfriends(c'mon, get your cash on)while you trickin' on them other hoes(lets get paid)lets be friends(c'mon, get your cash on)You ain't gotta by my man at all(lets get paid)as long as you just give me yourfriends(c'mon, get your cash on)while you trickin' on them other hoes(lets get paid)make money, take moneymake money, take moneymake money, take moneymake money, take moneymore