Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Po Nigga Blues , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Po Nigga Blues |
| 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 |
| Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, |
| claimin I’ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery |
| now I’m lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war, |
| and got a busted jaw for sayin «fuck the law» |
| And if you wonder why I’m mad, check the record |
| Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected |
| Sometimes I think I’m getting tested, |
| and if I don’t say «yes"a nigga quick to get arrested |
| That’s the reason I stay zestin (??), |
| I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting |
| restless |
| Walkin round ready to light shit up, |
| because my life is fucked, some say I’m slightly nuts |
| Buck buck is the sound as I move up, |
| other niggas pay attention when a fool bust |
| They make a nigga be a killer, |
| I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer |
| Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, |
| and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me |
| I need loot, so I’m doin what I do, |
| and don’t say shit until you’ve walked in my shoes, |
| Theres no other destiny to choose, |
| I had nothing left to lose, so I’m singin the po nigga blues |
| Coppin these brand new shoes, |
| but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat too |
| So why must I sock a fella? |
| Just live large like rocafella |
| And did you ever stop to think? |
| I’m old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink |
| Cops wanna hit me with the book, a nd you hooked on my «I don’t give a fuck"look |
| Makin rules, I’ma break em, |
| no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I’ma take em So don’t you ever temp me, |
| I’m a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big (??) |
| To my brother in the barrio, |
| you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion, |
| you got love for the niggas in my section |
| You got problems with the punk police, |
| don’t run from the chumps, get the pump from me We aint free, |
| I’ll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed |
| Caucasian bitch |
| Down with my home boy rich, |
| fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch |
| And a nigga with a cellular phone, |
| leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (huh) |
| And you wonder why we blazin niggas, c uz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas |
| And they damned to be fuck ups too, |
| drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues |
| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too |
| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too |
| Why’d you sland crack? |
| Cuz I had too |
| And now I’m headin for the mother fuck in PEN |