Lyrics:
ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my
Running fast in my mind
Girl don't you slow it down
If we
the Range is on they way up
Flippin', pistol grippin'
I know they clippin'
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us
I don't know how
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
yeah yeah, yeah)
They keep the world turning, turning, turning
I'm talking about happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
They keep the world dancing,
Just a bunch of gibberish
And - act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out
Of every lonely Christmas
In the ghetto
We could still hear the load guns
And the government
They don't give a fuck about us us
Deporting all
a movie
Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it while it's easy
Don't mind come
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody
can go back
And tell niggas about all these bullets they got from us
I let that blocker on low, I put that pot on the stove
Yeah, now these CDs
turn burnin' paths, starin' through my rear view
It's a war goin' on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch 'em they'll kill you"
(oh, yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (oh, yeah)
See us keep blowin' up, we're like (oh, yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?
Hehe, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
One two.. to a nigga nature, haha,
No need to cry now, go wipe your
on the wild side now
Love don't live here anymore
I don't worry about no space
When all is said and done
Two shades of blue
Tangled up in you
Slow
my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
I think about
about di tings weh you ah fantasize
I know you dig di way me step, di way me mek mi stride
Follow your feelings, baby girl becah they cannot be denied
matter (they can't hold me back)
It feel so beautiful
Don't you agree?
Can you (Kiwi, what's up baby? Ha ha, ha ha)
Give your love to me?
Now let's
leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole
her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
in the Roche
But no one gives us any time anymore
He asks me once if I'd look in on his dog
You made an offer for it, then you ran off
I got this
electrified
I'm spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face and we're both drunk
Everyone thinks that they know us
But they know nothing about
All
They don't give a dam about us again
Them don't give a dam about us again
Them don't give a dam about us again
Them don't give a dam about us again
you know
They know that from Compton School District
I give it to the kids
Don’t gossip ‘bout how it was distributed
I, I, I know how people work
I know
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