Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hennessey, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Hennessey |
They wanna know who’s my role model |
It’s in the brown bottle (Yo what’s our motherfucking motto nigga?) |
Hennessy |
They wanna know who’s my role model |
It’s in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) |
Hennessy |
Ha ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) |
That’s what your sippin on Now what’s you name nigga? |
Big ballin ass nigga named Pac |
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death |
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath |
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die |
So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I’ll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry |
Hey remember me? |
Down that Hennessy |
The nigga you don’t wanna see, let me proceed |
My definition of some thug shit, y’all don’t hear me? |
Now that it’s poppin aint no love bitch |
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it |
I’m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket |
I’m still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days |
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid |
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools |
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels |
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves |
Even the cops can’t stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy |
They wanna know who’s my role model |
It’s in the brown bottle (Yo what’s our motherfucking motto nigga?) |
Hennessy |
They wanna know who’s my role model |
It’s in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) |
Hennessy |
Ha ha ha, Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) |
That’s what I’m sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be Big ballin ass nigga named Trice |
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that’s west |
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess |
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin |
My momma couldn’t tell me shit, the streets was callin |
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law |
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw |
P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects |
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set |
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that |
Don’t come around hurr on that floss shit |
Detroit niggaz off shit |
(Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That’s right |
(With my 4−4, that’s the sure way) |
And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) |
O Trice always repped his block |
Pass the hen and that ice come on a track with pac |