Текст песни 2Pac - Point The Finga
2Pac - Point The Finga слова песни
"You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1} "Come and get some!" {*2}[2Pac]Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger{*1} {*2}Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch{*1} {*2} Niggaz love to point the fingaBoom boom boom on your black ass, bitch{*1} {*2}[2Pac]I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the fingaI guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singerI thought I`d bring a little truth to the young troopsI brought proof that the niggaz need guns tooIt`s not to be a racist, but let`s face this:wouldn`t you if we could trade places?I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this daythem same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paidBut when I get my check they takin tax outSo, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks outAin`t that a bitch, some officers are gettin richWhoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shitAs far as jealousy, bein a celebrityNo matter who committed the crime, they all yell at meAnd the media is greedier than mostYou could sell em your soul or they`ll be on ya til a niggaz ghostAnd everyday I read the paper there`s another lieThey show my picture for the crimes of another guyNow how`s that for the life of a big shotA dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shotI play them nuttin ass marks in the parkfor tryin to earn they stripes in the darkJust cause I come there, don`t mean I from there, peep:only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga Chorus: repeat 4XBoom boom boom on your black ass, bitch{*1} {*2}[2Pac]As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw looseA zoot troupe full of foolies with tooliesNiggaz run to me don`t come to me with beefTake your jewels and your jeep, boom boom!Let that ass sleepIt`s gettin hectic, niggaz run, quickBuckshots are the payback for dumb shitAll you niggaz on the block tryin to test meBest wear a vest or get open like, sesameI`ll run up on you mad deep; while you`re tryin to sleepI`m steady pumpin bullets in your sheetsWake up, motherfucker, don`t stutterPoint blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mineBan my rhymes, now I`m back to bustin, ninesAnd bustaz can`t get none, hell noA quick flurry and he`s buried with a swelled jawI came up from the amateurs to pro hitsat 5-0, so you know I take no shitAnd everybody wants to kill a bringerof bad news, so they choose, to point the finga Chorus[2Pac]One two three, peace to the real G`sStill me, til these motherfuckers kill meI bring skills and I build, kill at willSmoke sess til I`m ill, still feel me?I say one two three, peace to the real G`sStill me, til these motherfuckers kill mePick it up, pick it up, give it upBest to duck or get fucked for your bucksScream one two three, peace to the real G`sStill me, til these motherfuckers kill meI can`t give up, it`s a black thangAnd I ain`t goin back to the crack game(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)Bitches, let em point the finga(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)Snitches, let em point the fingaYo, one two three, peace to the real G`sStill me, til these motherfuckers kill meI guess nobody loves a rap singerThat`s why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga ChorusChorusChorus 3/4