Текст песни 2Pac - Last Wordz
2Pac - Last Wordz слова песни
Ice cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` housethe nigga you love to hateIce cube`s in the mutha-fuckin` housethe nigga you love to hate[ICE CUBE]Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terrorthe paranoid, gots to get the boyGet your steel cuz I feel like a headbangerYah, I got a gang of shits, styles gunsmy uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin` tonbucking down one, bucking down two,bucking down your crew, mutha fuck youPigs were blue, I where black, nothing but blackCause god damn its a brand new paybackFuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a niggaon tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bagthe nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin` like a fagSo, keep your mutha-fuckin` jokesCuz, I`m that nigga with a fresh pair of locsNo yokes but smokesCrakers and them dirty mackers friends aren`t jackersget yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for carsIce T in the mutha fuckin` houseIce T in the mutha fuckin` houseIce T in the mutha fuckin` houseIce T in the mutha fuckin` houseIce T in the mutha fuckin` houseIce T in the mutha fuckin` house[Ice T]O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazya lot of niggas hate me but they can`t fade meStop me clock me cops wanna glock memutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can`t stop meUHH, am I a G, I got proofBanged in my youth, keep niggas on the roofwith a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up[?Hit the mob dope?]So whats up PunkYou want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shotYour moms crying fuck her bust herBitch start screaming to me and I`ll dust herPops got the LP phat, track on hitLaid by the mutha fuckin` BobcatNinety three suckas want me to go outThrow the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I`m richTupac`s in the mutha fuckin` houseTupac`s in the mutha fuckin` houseTupac`s in the mutha fuckin` houseTupac`s in the mutha fuckin` houseTupac`s in the mutha fuckin` houseGot any last wordz[Tupac]Now they`re after me, why? cuz a niggas blackSit backAin`t afraid to pull a triggar backLet `em come step to a real mutha-fucker[Boom, Boom] Mama ain`t raised no suckersDan Quayle, don`t you know you need to get your ass kickedWhere was you when there was niggas in the caskets?Mutha-fucker rednecks all the sameFeel a real nigga if he ain`t balled and chainedThat`s why we burn shit and wreckCause the punk police ain`t learned shit yetYou mutha-fuckas gonna pay the priceCan`t make a Black life, don`t take a Black lifeIt`s on, the next real nigga fall deadDred, jheri curl, process, or bald headBe prepared for the smoke to bustWhat niggas need to do is start loc`in upUnited we stand divided we fallThey can shoot one niggaBut they can`t take us alll Let`s get along with the MexicansAnd we can all have peace on the sets againImagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]Keeping the smile off their white fakesI ain`t racist but lets trade placesTrace the hate `n face it One nigga teach two niggasthree teach four niggasAnd them niggas teach more niggasAnd when we blast That`ll be the biggest blast you`ve heardAnd them is my last wordz