Lyrics:
everyday non stoping
Rept cho *1*
Verse 2
Pull up inna suv jump like
A refugee a nuh 2pac but
all Eyes on me moscato fi
Drink Hennessy fi tea
and Sade
2Pac in his hey
Pray to Jesus everyday
Here and there I meditate
Keep my chakras in they place
Peace and love remains my phrase
But the thug comes
feeling like 2Pac
I'm feeling like 2pac
All eyes on me when i step in the room
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm
fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pussy had me floatin'
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezys all
(Ha ha haha) uh, yeah
One time representin' for Ron G (yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right)
Thug Life in effect
(baaby) , 2Pac and Big
Tell me what they mad fo'
Can you hear me now? Ayy
Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep
Bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy)
I'm walkin' around in my hood
Cocked back
jeep bumping that 2pac
I'm walking around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks 98 in my status
I came back I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet
I told you
wanted to save the hood, they understood why he was trying
He took a stand and said what he had to say
Bang, he got blown away
2Pac Shakur was more
Délicat, comme choisir entre 2pac et biggie
J'avais la coupe de methode man dans le clip avec mary j
On emballait les bouches sur du r.Kelly
Et on se
choppin' up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas
Playaz
2Pac in the mad bitch
In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the back seat,
taking shots, I'm 2Pac up on the strip, nigga
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money
Only three years old when 2pac died
Only three years old when 2pac died
They told me that pain you can feel worldwide
And i know i was just a baby
Durchschaubares Auftreten, ah
Wie als 'des Hologram von 2Pac erschien
Ich hab den Stoff da, der hundert Mann ins Wunderland zum verdammten Hutmacher beamt,
Ich bin
ain't fuck with it
It's a hunned grand a waup
Bitch you be strugglin'
When I'm on the block they be loving me
Word to 2pac it's the thug in me
When I'm
need my groove back (no)
Unless the nigga lookin' like 2Pac (oh)
Unless he got colors like Toucan
Sam (uh-huh), Sam I am (whew)
Different color
Only for my sistas, for my riders
Let me see you throw your hands up
Hahaha i quit, you ass didn't
We up outta here
2Pac and Storm (That's right)
Outlaw
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
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
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin' with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm
was a Laker
Break 'em down and shake 'em
Pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon' give it all he got
Back in the old days,
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's
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