Lyrics:
understand
Bill Clinton could pull his dick out
And don't nobody say shit
2Pac pull my dick out and everybody
Wanna put me in jail i don't understand
Three
Know Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac
Nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
Mens ebuguo Tor Tor
Na Highsea Nwanne
Ego Mbute
Ego Mbute
Men akpataguo Aku O
Obulu Maka Money nwanne call back O
All eyes On me I’m feeling like 2pac O
'd like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
That's how I function
Talk about family or friends and I might just turn nothing to something
We might pull up to the function, start dumpin while 2pac is
2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version
Of 2Pac and Dre then
And I don't chase fame I
Let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or
Let the change
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
(Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa
Your
great, can't sleep without it Thug life
The ghetto The streets
cs Master P'
Yeah boy
I'm bout it
Bout it
cs 2pac gotta thug it
Thug life
I
Don't feel
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
know that doo-doo
Ipod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, spit em up
Black bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
the shit that made me this, my nigga
All my life's been so complicated
But I will never turn my back on Compton, no
All this shit is so overrated
But I
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
Money speaks to a nigga like me so I need 2 M’s like mhm
Idols turn rivals like 2Pac and Guru
She blow me go viral the head game was mm mmm
I’m back now
Shottas, Belly, Scarface, 2PAC and Big Poppas
Funerals turn to operas, sarcophagus is my coffin
Swear you kill it, you possum, rock em sock em with that neck
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two
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