| Why’d you sland crack? |
| I had to Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had to Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills
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| Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me,
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| claimin I’ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery
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| now I’m lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war,
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| and got a busted jaw for sayin «fuck the law»
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| And if you wonder why I’m mad, check the record
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| Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
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| Sometimes I think I’m getting tested,
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| and if I don’t say «yes"a nigga quick to get arrested
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| That’s the reason I stay zestin (??),
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| I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting
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| restless
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| Walkin round ready to light shit up,
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| because my life is fucked, some say I’m slightly nuts
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| Buck buck is the sound as I move up,
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| other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
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| They make a nigga be a killer,
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| I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
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| Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me,
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| and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
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| I need loot, so I’m doin what I do,
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| and don’t say shit until you’ve walked in my shoes,
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| Theres no other destiny to choose,
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| I had nothing left to lose, so I’m singin the po nigga blues
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| Coppin these brand new shoes,
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| but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too
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| So why must I sock a fella?
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| Just live large like rocafella
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| And did you ever stop to think?
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| I’m old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink
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| Cops wanna hit me with the book, a nd you hooked on my «I don’t give a fuck"look
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| Makin rules, I’ma break em,
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| no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I’ma take em So don’t you ever temp me,
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| I’m a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big (??)
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| To my brother in the barrio,
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| you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion,
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| you got love for the niggas in my section
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| You got problems with the punk police,
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| don’t run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free,
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| I’ll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed
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| Caucasian bitch
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| Down with my home boy rich,
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| fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch
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| And a nigga with a cellular phone,
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| leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (huh)
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| And you wonder why we blazin niggas, c uz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas
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| And they damned to be fuck ups too,
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| drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
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| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too
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| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too
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| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too
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| And now I’m headin for the mother fuck in PEN |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Po Nigga Blues , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Loyal To The Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп