Lyrics:
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache number three
more
Yes I've got heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting, that's the day my world will end
Heartache
above the 2Pac
'Fore you get lost down some road
Slow rollin' with the top off the back of a Bronco
Buy a cold sixer with a cashed in lotto
She's
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
a crime!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights
And Number two
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
until I cum, no one can stop me
My bump and grind'll do ya every time
Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind hey!
Throw up yo'
block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your
into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
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
Uh oh, uh oh, oh, oh oh
They ain't ready for this (hey)
L.T Hutton (ooh)
T.I
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac, y'all
Pac's life
(Everybody needs
on that Cali' bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number?
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over
(Fuck’n you) Been
I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
thugged out
Smoking on that callie bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over
I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache Number Three
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
one
The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox
Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac
For you get lost down some road
Slow rolling with
I've got heartaches by the number a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting that's the day my world will end
Heartache number three
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