Lyrics:
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
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
(oh, baby)
Is think about you (think about you, baby)
All I do
Is think about you
Baby, just suppose I should happen to cross your mind
And by
Nobody's like you
No, oh, oh, oh, oh
Somebody out there better get this
Not many people can do it like this
How about some speakers to amplify
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel!
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
[verse one]
2-Pac
If I could recelect
call a car it will be two minutes
'Til it's at the bar and we hop in it
It's pretty clear that we're both here to get over someone
So if you wanna
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
there's way, way
Different energy in this room people
Tonight we are filming
For one of two DVD's that is going to
Be released next year and for this
Show,
uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
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
we had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how
To roll a sticky dro
So if
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
on the planet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had lips like a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Mama
Buffalo '66 on DVD"
You said, "Baby
Do you want to come home with me?
I've got Buffalo '66 on DVD"
Beam me up (Beam me up)
Count me in (Count me in)
Three,
[Voice - 2Pac]
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
[Treach]
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year
even know your name
It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
(oh, baby)
Is think about you (think about you, baby)
All I do
Is think about you
Baby, just suppose I should happen to cross your mind
And by
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
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
(Street Science, you're on the air)
(What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?)
(I love Tupac's new record)
(Right, but don't
fail?
When the jokes never get stale
With you the stories all are true
And I still love you
He's got what it takes to win
Just about anything
And he
spooky
This is about as kooky as I've ever felt now
Count down to Nuclear Meltdown
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
You can run you can do what
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