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2Pac - Crooked Nigga Too [*] lyrics
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit [2Pac] Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip One motherfucker from the Underground And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around Yo why I got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin the finger at police instead of them motherfuckers blamin me I got the right to bear a pistol And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah) But until then, I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] I've got to do, what I'm gon' do I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live? I'm gon' do, what I do I'm gon' say, what I say I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live? [2Pac] Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers 2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin at each other That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover And all the bitches from the Klan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9 They know they scared to see us sober Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too [Chorus] [2Pac] Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers And nuttin but love for each other So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row But I learn to look ahead of me Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin up precincts and OOOH You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too [Chorus] [Raphael Saadiq] It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a crooked nigga too) It's the coldest town from here to Georgia It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too) It's the coldest town from here to Georgia Y'all gon' stop fuckin with me. [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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