Lyrics:
a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gangbang but I'm the opposite
in conversation it comes out in a line so let it
Out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), my nigga let it out
Aye yo, 10 21 Atlantis
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
I’ve had this conversation in my mind
Yes I have this conversation all the time
And I’ve had this conversation in my mind
A few times, a hundred
playing in my mind
Just the sound of my whole career
Crashing burning
The thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
And they wonder why my mind is filled with hate themes (2Pac said)
My body's bleedin' killer genes, I'm screamin' in my night dreams
Satanic in my pipe
on St. Louis Ave
With the homies and bunch of go-getters
In STL fitted caps, Sta-flo Girbauds, 2-ways, and Coogi sweaters
Bumping 2Pac out of my silver 85
Started with phone conversations and I
Flew out to see you, it's raining outside
We sat by the water and talked about life
Oh, said you lost your
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in
Yeah
Attention attention
It's ya boy big Snoop dogg
Nephew
Like a flame in the dark
Girl you light up the room
No matter what's going all
turned me loose
Since 2Pac got popped, who the fuck you think got the +Juice+?
Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will
conversations
From strangers
I hear words from conversations
From strangers
I stay by my phone
Waiting for a text or call
You don't drink the tea I make you
Even
In this cloudy sky overhead now
There's no guiding star I can see
And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed
Oh, if I didn't know of a place
quiet
But not opposed to the riot
If it brings change
Lesane Parrish Crooks saw the whole thing
2pac
Two glocks on the go sang
Two pistols
She got it
by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took
was a no brainier, loose cannon and all that
Set a young nigga up for like two hunnid stacks
He came back, Rest in Peace Dirty Diana
People used
the gag and the bind
And the ammunition round
A conversation, once colored by esteem
Became diologue
As a diagram of a play for blood
Took
wearing
My long pants and we was sharing
Conversation with a man
Who sold ball-point pens and paper
And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt
I'd call you up in the middle of the night
Probably wake you up then you say it's alright
Because, because I was on your mind
And you were, and you
need to say that much
You don't need to say you love me
'Cause I can tell by your tender touch
You're the one to hold me
You're the one to hold all my
I'm on a rooftop
Going hard for the Mula
And I stay in the booth like 2PAC
And we use to rock Hanes
Fruit of the loom
Now it be Polo on the tubesock
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