Текст песни 2Pac f Ron Isley * - Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)
2Pac f Ron Isley * - Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) слова песни
* Ron Isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics(Scott, Storch) Hey![Chorus: 2Pac]Why`d you slang crack? I had toWhy`d you slang crack? Cause I had toWhy`d you slang crack? Cause I had toA nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent[2Pac]Crazy, I gotta work with what`chu gave meYou claimin I`m a criminal and you the one that made meThey got me trapped in this slaveryNow I`m lost in this holocaust headin for my grave GI told Sam he could fuck the warAnd got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the lawAnd if you wonder why I`m mad check the recordWhat`s a nigga gotta do to get respected?Sometimes I think I`m gettin testedAnd if I don`t say yes a nigga`s quick to get arrestedThat`s the reason I stay testinI keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restlessWalkin around, ready to light shit upBut since my life is fucked, some say I`m slightly nutsBuck buck is the sound as I move upOther niggaz pay attention when a fool bust, huhThey make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealerbut they wanted to see who`s realerNow them same motherfuckers wanna murder meAnd I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huhI need loot, so I`m doin what I doAnd don`t say shit until you walked in my shoesThere was no other destiny to chooseI had nuttin left to lose, so I`m singin nigga blues[Chorus][2Pac]Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do?My little boy gotta eat tooSo why must I sock a fellaJust to live large like Rockefeller?And did you ever stop to thinkI`m old enough to go to war, but I ain`t old enough to drinkCops wanna hit me with the book, huhAnd you`re hooked on my "I Don`t Give a Fuck" lookMake your rules, I`ma break `emNo matter how much you make `em, you show me bacon I`m take `emSo don`t you ever tempt meI`m a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay emptyTo my brothers in the barrioYou`re livin worse than the niggaz in the ghetto soI give a fuck about your language or complexionYou got love from the niggaz in my sectionYou got problems with the punk police?Don`t run from the chumps, get the pump from meWe ain`t free, I`ll be damned if I play the trickfor a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian bitchDown with my homeboy Rich, huhFuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitchAnd the nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at homeso he can go out and bone, huhAnd you wonder why we blazin niggazCause you punks havin babies can`t raise the niggazAnd they down to be fuck-ups tooDrinkin forties of brew, huh, singin nigga blues[New Chorus - repeat 3X]Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had toWhy`d you slang crack? Cause I had toWhy`d you slang crack? Cause I had toNow I`m headin for the motherfuckin pen[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]