Texty:
2Pac Friends

z, he broke and I smoke daily (Come on, y'all) Baby, let's be friends Friends (Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all) No need to front, let's be friends

Preklad: 2pac. Buďme priatelia.

t ever had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My Enemies your enemies Cause you ain't never had a friend like me You ain't ever had a friend

I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact

should be droved in jets It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke You see them boys sign me to the 'Scope, right? [Chorus] [J. Cole verse 2:]

song Gagged Cisco with his thong I ain't kiddin' I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin riddle middle men To rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend

crossover like Iverson In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget What

Yeah, you got the sound of The Underground Doing it to you in your ear orifice (Yeah, don't you know The Underground's doin' it to ya flowin' on the D-Line) Yo, 2Pac

needle hit me up in vein most of my real niggas are dead they done left me with my fake friends the ones that 'always need you but don't appreciate' friends