Lyrics:
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
baby blue
Mixing punk rock with hip-hop, man, I
Just thought it was cool, uh
I was writing raps while
I was learning guitar
Bumping 2Pac and Offspring
I
a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it
Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah
Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
These niggas, wanna be Biggie, niggas wanna be 2Pac
The only problem
Herc Bambaataa
Jak w dziewięć trzy 2Pac tak po dzień dziś Slums Attack
Promujemy hip hop niczym Heavy D w zaświatach
Rap atak trwa już lata czas liczony
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
the sky (sky), my eyes open wide (ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
All eyes on me, but I'm no 2Pac
I'm a Goat, I'm a boss, I'm a leader (woo)
Won't settle for
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch
just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
knowin I have to have a nine
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
Don't take it off for shit
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
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
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
ain't cut from no cloth
I was cooked in a broth
I'm made of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
And I'm channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers
slugs
2Pac hit em up, we don’t give no fucks
We don’t give no fucks
Two glocks and a bentley truck
Got lean in a sippy cup
Got a k by my seat tucked
Only
destined for fame
Got a real job and let it enter my brain
Yeah
And now I’m coming back with a vengeance
Ballads by 2pac in the back of my entrance
Feeling
no
I de be better than 2pac
Oh too aah
Nobody like me no
The way I do my things
Roll my things
Nobody no
(No no no no I)
Nobody like me
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
You wake up you wanna do what chu love
I'm bout my work I can never get enough
Place of business 2pac defined a thug
Passion in my art cuz it keep me
bumpin’ fuck cops
20 years ago bumpin’ Snoop Dogg
10 years ago bumpin’ 2Pac
Nowadays bumpin’ fuck cops, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac
Dawg when did you stop? (HOO)
Go!
school bag (School bag)
So no dey shako for me like 2pac (2pac)
You know say you no be 2pac
So I just dey on my Vibe, you know
Coming up alone true love is
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