Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Representin' 93 , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Representin' 93 |
| Roll up and get swoll up, hold up |
| How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? |
| I ain’t came a long way to get checked |
| So give me respect when I get wreck |
| Or get your motherfuckin chin checked |
| Once again, it’s your friend outta Oakland |
| Hoping I can rock the shit to get ya open |
| Say your looking for some real shit |
| Then catch a funkified batch, like that! |
| Oakland’s on the map |
| 2Pac is on the big screen strivin |
| Gotta love a nigga for survivin |
| I wear alot of old schools jewels |
| Look how the fools drool, ooohh |
| Stop lookin at me hard cause you’re buffer |
| But I’ll just buck them bigger motherfuckers |
| Turnin men to suckers |
| Niggas wanna start a little ruckus |
| Better duck cause I’ll be poppin' them motherfuckers |
| They wanna throw their hands up, that’s tight |
| Hit em wit my eight, never had shit left, right |
| Then hit em wit the uppercut, duck quick |
| Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck with that rough shit |
| Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio |
| Do you hear me though? |
| Give a holla to my niggas in the pen |
| And my murderous partners wit their Mac 10s |
| I represent the real cause I’m ill, G |
| Glock cocked the day they kill me |
| I’m representin' |
| Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great one |
| Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and Troy, the late son |
| Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah |
| Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, LayLaw beat cuts |
| Ed, the special motherfucker and the Lover |
| The Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothers |
| Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube |
| House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes |
| Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas |
| Digital Underground: my real niggas |
| Raw Fusion, Organized Konfusion |
| Wicked and the Mouse Man, Spice 1 and Pooh Man |
| TLC, Eric B., Rakim, then Scarface |
| Stretch, Maj, K-Low, pumpin the Squad’s bass |
| Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click |
| E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich |
| Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava |
| DJ Ditch for their behavior |
| Off the head, my freestyle flow |
| Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know |
| I’m strictly representin |
| 1 motherfucker, 2 motherfucker, 3 motherfuckers |
| Damn, who did I forget? |
| I’m a soulja, daddy was a soulja |
| Strong in the struggle |
| Must contend so it’s on |
| Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers |
| Mad motherfuckers |
| Never had so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers |
| Now they know me, the homies |
| Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG’s |
| Ah shit! |
| Pulled up in a benzy, snatch |
| The wheel as I peel out. |
| Catch a cop’s tail |
| Rock shells hit. |
| Raise a fist so they know to make a hit |
| Can I flip it? |
| I may get wicked as I rip it |
| To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it |
| It’s for the gifted, pump your fist if you wit it |
| Here’s your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit |
| Now they wanna ban me (Told ya) |
| All I wanted to be was a soulja |
| Bang bang boogie, it’s a stick up |
| Quit now, nigga, eat a dick up |
| Huh, I’m representin' |