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Артист: 2Pac (Makaveli) f Bad AssНазвание : The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory AlДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Hand me a cigarette DAWG! {*inhales*} They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz Bad Ass representin the L.B.C. So what`cha wanna do? Y`know how we do it {*overlapping the [Intro]*} .. puffin on lye Hopin that it get me high Got a nigga goin cra-zy Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy [Chorus] Time goes by, puffin on lye Hopin that it gets me high Got a nigga goin cra-zy Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy (Tell `em bout it) [2Pac] Last year was a hard one, but life goes on Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong They say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kids As if they can`t see the misery in which they live Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it Don`t have to bump this but please respect it I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded Hennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkin Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what`s that cops thinkin? Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smoke I came a long way but still I got so far to go Dear mama, don`t worry; I`ma watch for snakes Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it`s hard to take I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was [Chorus - repeat 2X] (One, two, three, four) [2Pac] I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill Lookin for a better wayyyyyy.. My brothers and sisters it`s time to bail cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy.. Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changed I`m no longer innocent - casualties of fame Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama`s face when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land Your only son done became a man Watchin time fly; I love my people do or die But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly June 1-6, `7-1, the day mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid." No one can understand me - the black sheep Outcasted from my family, now packin heat I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today When he died, I could hear him say, c`mon.. [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Bad Ass] God help me out here, cause I`m posessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cause money`s like a stong prescription drug, it`s got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president`s, head Damn, it`s like a motherfuckin plague that spread It`s epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it`s cursed Makin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live No matter how hard you try, it`s in death, you gotta die A lot of my, peers didn`t make it to the years to come Did life doin right, or did life livin dumb Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders They aged and experienced, but they can`t even tell ya or tell me, that there`ll be light at the end of the road (Why?) Cause they don`t even know A million thangs run through my mind.. You ain`t gotta be in jail to be doin time.. [Chorus - repeat 2X] {*Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below*| [2Pac] I feel fucked up in this bitch. I smoked half a ounce to the head Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shit | Похожие исполнители: |
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