Lyrics:
Too much on my plate but id still have you for lunch
Your a light snack pass a fist n fight back
You are not my match but id still ignite that
You need
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
Whippin' pies, I thought I had a easy bake oven
My OG pops, sent them birds out
Sent them hoes out by the dozen
My neck, my teeth, my wrist
Everything, body
young And was always ready to back it up if you're
From where I was from
You learned this off top, I grew up without a pops
He got killed by crooked cops,
ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but
fuck them crooked, crackin'
Po-po's/ Kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls/ Keep businesss
To myself 'cause it's best if no one knows
I
for your thing
[Relay]
Motherfuck why'all niggas hating on me, hatin' on me no no
Gotta grin but I pin swollen eyes so fuck them crooked, crackin'
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar
A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn
don't need no help
I will jack Santa's elf smack him n' bring him in the Melph
By Norman early in the mornin', it's stormin', I'm yawnin', and then
it takes time
Running outta luck and he’s running late
But he can’t brake there’s too much at stake
Moving fast n the fast lane
But he Speeds up
I'm layin' in bed with the problems I made
We can go out and get paid
This is the life that I made
Crooked smiles turnin' straight
All that lovin' turn
Then Speak violence they approve it
Then profit n watch us loose it I promise when I get thru it
don't try to act like u knew it
I planted and I grew it
My ancestors were Kings
Before they were slaves
A beautiful truth covered by too many stains
For the land of the free the home of the brave
Where
a little something like I'm DEEKs - D.E.M.O.
To The N
To the I
Then finish something something C
Actua-lly my real name is Ha-rry Rogerson yip Yi-pee
the Russians
Why the food production is down
I thought it would be obvious by now (by now)
Ok we won't get into that
Might be way too much intellect
Let's
on these streets and that's right wanna fight - my name it goes a little something like I'm DEEKs - D.E.M.O.
To The N
To the I
Then finish something
Joe Biden
Maybe by then
I'll be ridin' on a 125 Kiden
I be divin' in Simvastatin
But in case you didn't know
That's a lean
That could keep a broken
what I mean?
It's my Dynasty
Dhum Dhum
Dhum Dhum
Dhum
Driving down a crooked lane
Try'n save Mary Jane
I don't do this for the fame
But I'm calling
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
Driving down a crooked lane
Try'n save Mary Jane
She blows me to get some fame
But I'm calling down the rain
Cuz there's power in my name
In my D.N.A
I
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
We came to drop these styles; It's no shock
We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop
We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks
We're raised by
weight
Let me demonstrate the key to create
Check out the vibe that I am create
You want me to stop well it's too late
Want me to flow? never me
weight
Let me demonstrate the key to create
Check out the vibe that I am create
You want me to stop well it's too late
Want me to flow? never me
Discuss these crooked n too by 2pac Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In