Lyrics:
to chill)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
(It's 2Pac, the king)
What do you know about Pac's life?
What do you know? What do you know? (yeah)
(Only
but niggas got problems with me
Look in my mind and imma let you see
That none of you niggas are getting to me
Feel like a skywalker with the force
Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it
Man, I love when my wife fuck slow
After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh
You know
you keep it fake with me
I keep my lips sealed so your secret's safe with me
But
Everybody knows the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Yeah, Lisa likes jazz; she's their number one fan,
But I know I'm bad, 'cause I do the Bartman.
Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Hey,
Iesha died he cried he couldn't help
Gerald just grin and smile
Know he got to survive so he got to accept
B-low call then message me
Ion pick up these
Grandson
Make it to the class
I was never one for social studies
But I damn sure hated math
And even I know laziness and a big Dream don't add
So I put
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
lovin' so bad
Everybody needs somebody to love
I'm not afraid to be by myself but I just need to be somebody to love
All the time
All the time
All
everybody dies
Everybody loves, everybody lies
Everybody hurts, everybody cries
Everybody lives, everybody dies
Don't ask me how I feel inside
Ask me why I
Everybody wants to please everybody (Yay)
You know you can’t ever please everybody (Yay)
Don’t act like you don’t need anybody (Yay)
Everybody gonna
Blaze to now Dross, different name but still lyrical
Empirical data to show you where I stand
Miracles follow me now because I know who I am
So now you
like it was a joke
You're stealing all my honey, baby, keep you by my side
Bleed me till I'm broke
Hell if I know why I let you drive my car
Don't
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
this fame
And a broken heart
'Cause you tore me apart
And now everybody knows my name
Everybody feels my pain
But you don't even a care
Yes, you
lovin' so bad
Everybody needs somebody to love
I'm not afraid to be by myself but I just need to be somebody to love
All the time
All the time
All
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
it, no patience
Hide the babies like Casey
Got low's in the basement
I know my scale aching
I see what it's taking
I just got my box in
Was in the pin
Jazzy we got a bond like we was in Vietnam,
trust it
Everybody need a potna, to stand right by they side
Not only down through the good times,
but also
You ain't gotta listen
Ain't nobody gonna talk
Ain't nobody gonna step to me unless
They got a reason
Everybody gonna talk
Everybody gonna say
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
on the radio
Everybody gonna see me in the video
Everybody gonna grind at the disco
Everybody's gonna have a good time right
You hear my song you know it
a shield, cause I know she my main
I trust nobody, but she know me by my first name
Slidin' on these little bitches like I'm Max Payne
I drew a stick up
type,
nobody can break us/ Got a little Italian in me,
but I'm not paper chasin/ Gimme money like basketball
players, and richer than Casey Layons with
.jpg/220px-Everybody_else_is_doing_it_so_why_can't_we_(album_cover).jpg "Everybody Else")
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