Lyrics:
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
1-2-3 L-O-V-E (love-love yeah)
What's up America and the rest of the World
It's the piedpiper, your music weatherman
It's love-o'clock and we're
almost every
Friend I had to AIDS or
Drugs or gunshot people were
Dying of AIDS everywhere it wasn’t
Safe to be gay
It wasn’t cool to be associated
With
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
[The Game (Dre)]
What happened in hip hop
That got Pac and big shot
The thicks blocks
Now every rapper claim
He let his clique pop
But even
This ain't livin'..
[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
They say Henny make the world go 'round
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds
Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin' one
(gettin' better)
I talked with an old friend
He asked about you
I managed to tell him
With just a tear or two
I'm gettin' better (gettin' better), I'm
flops
Choppa by the door you should think not
Pockets filled with thick knots
In my tech suit all that designer got me too hot
Hoes I hit 'em up like 2pac
bringing it in style myself
You know it is with ease, no sweat
I'm breaking in with all my friends
So are you in?
Designed special for you by me
on, so count on me and I?ll count on you
You can lean on me, two of us stronger
We won't be alone any longer
Now and for always we will be good friends
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Bazookas and fisticuffs, meditating in Porsches
98-karat stickshift, Chinatown late night meals
Alfonzo giving me a backrub, 2 pm lazer bizzaginal
is divided into 3 parts, my family, my friends, and my inspirations
By hearing this 18 songs you will know my feelings... my thoughts
This is a very
A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
bounce, now bounce
Now bounce, now bounce, now bounce, now bounce
Now bounce, now bounce, what?
We gon' ride to the year 2G, baby
And all my super friends
Ave, had the scoop with the camp
I know mama Thug livin' richer than friends
You know Dolly, Doraah from the block, they the best
I got two twins in
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