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Текст песни 2Pac - How to Be a Player soundtrack

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Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gumOthers call me up, but momma call me troublesomeLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or writeNever touched a pipe, made my money every nightTill I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin BenzBitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin richOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teensFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)And we was fat like TrumpEvery nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunksI stood at the top of the organizationReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeahNow I`m makin all the others runCause here it comes, look out for brother troublesomeYeah y`all, heheA nigga named TroublesomeI learned from my mistakes I`m twenty-one nowI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battleAin`t old enough to save but I behave just like a true vetThat`s cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn`t do yetTryin to pop my pistol for a profitCopper tried to stop I didn`t drop and so he got it (yeah)And I don`t give a fuck about it(Aiyyo you think you`ll ever quit this shit?) I doubt itSo why not take all of meCause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to beThese suckers always searchin for me, with funkThey in a hurry to get buried with they locs upAnd once I let my gun popAnother motherfucker dropsI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indoCrack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?You tried to hesitate I couldn`t wait to rush himI didn`t trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust himI`m criminal I`m workin doin wicked shitSo catch a Christmas cause I`m murderin your witnesses, I`m troublesomeYeah!Yeah, a nigga named TroublesomeNow I`m on top got plenty openI ain`t no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huhAs I sit back and rake my, dough inI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huhAnd flippin hoes, there`s no openKeepin a sister broke I`d rather take it from the token (give it up)A psychopath when provoked thenall you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coatI told you we ain`t havin it (c`mere)Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin itBang bang! Was the sound as I jettedA bullet in the head so the sucker don`t forget itBut I knew that I`d be dead soonCrime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroomI see task at my front do` (ahh shit)But I ain`t goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo`Just because you got a vest don`t mean you escape from death (bitch)I put this AK to your chest it`ll take your entire breathThrew a grenade in the front yardSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come GodThe other cops are closin inDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)I`d rather take my life than have these suckers clown meWhen they found me, they call me troublesomeTroublesome, word upUptown, they got a TroublesomeIn Crooklyn, they got a TroublesomeIn the Bronx, they got a TroublesomeIn Uptown, they got a TroublesomeSouth South Bronx, they got a TroublesomeThe jungle, they got a TroublesomeWashington D.C. troublesomeBaltimore (troublesome) MiamiTroublesome, SeattleAll over this motherfuckin country (troublesome)in every single ghetto (troublesome)As long as there ain`t money there`s gonna be troublesomeTroublesome, word upTroublesomeTroublesome, troublesomeTroublesomeMy nigga named Troublesome

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