Lyrics:
a classic
Hail Mary
Come with me
I got California love you can run quick see
I feel just like 2Pac today
I feel just like 2Pac today
Gotta keep it G no
and leave you there
Anyway nigga I'm the one they
Want to hear from
Fuck that pussy shit that you
Be boppin' in they eardrum
Cause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
It's NineLives muthafucka till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined
Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac,
after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
of snow, they call me Aspen
Phantom full of smoke while you gasping
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
bandana on, I feel like 2Pac on a ho
Diamonds on me, I'm lit
Bitches all on my dick
Ridin' 'round in that Hellcat
You can't see a nigga through the tint
I
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
w/ 2Pac speaking over it]
[2Pac]
E'rybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap song
Y'all know
me daddy
Slide in that pussy like DM's
Pussy so good, get goosbumps
I love when she lick around the rims
Give her death row dick, no 2pac
She
the new 2pac
Call me Shaka Shakur
Call me Shaka Shakur
Let me tell you about pain let me tell you about struggle
Motherfucker let me tell you about me
Let
Imma leave the town
They don't fuck with mine
Gang I got
That's all I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez
Godde
___________________________________________________________
The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
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