Lyrics:
vibe with me, ride with me
Ayy
Lie for me, die for me
Ayy
Just vibe with me, ride with me
Ayy
Lie for me, die for me
Ayy
Like 2Pac said, I just want
Dirty South,East Coast, West Coast,
Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me East coast ya gotta Feel Me West Coast ya gotta Feel Me
Dirty South gotta Feel
noto come Willy Smith
A Tribe Called Quest
NWA gangsta rap (East Coast, West Coast)
Ice T rest o' mast, nun sacc' manc ij
Ma facc' cussì, m'attacc a stu
SONG LYRICS
Thug Life! Comin’str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin’for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy
to the new
A student of the flame, KRS, Big Daddy Kane
Rakim, Ice Cube
Scarface and Treach through my veins
They influenced 2Pac
He and Biggie became
It's your boy Khao, man
West Coast
We here
Let's go (Khao)
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, red, blue, nigga,
frozen
Tags in teams rollin and casket doors closin
[ CHORUS ]
[ Young Prod ]
West coast niggas don't give a fuck
So when you hear that milimeter bust, it
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
hennesy ki.
Verse 2
Two faced mask off,
Lund pe landing no passport,
Socha Tera bhala mai tera mascot,
Rip 2pac centre (bhopal) no West coast,
Ganne
got enough bread to feed
Yo whole fam B Nigga
Stop wit beefing
You ain't about tha drama
Wars comes and go
My soldier stay eternal
2pac inverted commas
bitch блядь не смыслит
2Pac мне по секрету сообщил, будто он жив
Мы с братом выдвигаемся на след
Big pun опять, позвал меня на фит
Похоже вместе с
ah
Sabes
Fui el primero
Esto es un gangsta party como los de 2pac
Shake that booty baby don't stop
Your body its like and od
Baby I'm free
Ain't
might strip to my drawers, when I trip off the liquid
See maybe, I need to get fucked up 'til I hurl
'cause I'm Crazy like 2Pac screaming "Fuck
the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac
Who don't
Work to be
Cool
In low og
Retros
Electric
No Petro
Low tops
And high tops
It's always
Bout HipHop
West Coast
All eyes on me
Rest
2pac
Palm
How A 6’4 Manwhore gone take me to war?
You gotta marshmallow core Ima
Make me a smores
Couldn’t knock me out! Gave me 2Pac clout
Hit me from behind
Riding all day 2pac
Elevate to new heights
Enlightenment is free
Feel my spirit ya you
Know it as energy
When I pass through
Your life you gone
Remember me
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
man
A west coast gangsta
Chi-town gold
Interstate runner
Watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down
Way past rappin' now
Right
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
niggas by ah accident
Nigga philosophy and Stylez they be like who that
All eyez on us like we 2Pac the new rap
So many girls all on my nuts
I’m like a kid
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post
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