| Yeah! |
| ha ha yeah… thats right!
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| The F. A's comin striaght from the wild wild west
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| Look at baby girl born in 19−7-deuce
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| Pop’s on his fix, Mom’s stuck on that crazy juice
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| Went to school, It’s all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
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| Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
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| What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows
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| Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose
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| A bad ass broad running with the girl gang
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| Just got some tat’s, Talking all that girl slang
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| First one to slap, because La vida dont matter
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| Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered
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| Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that
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| Beating up fools with a baseball bat
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| Started having sex at only 14
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| Imagine O.G. |
| wears his clothes all crisp and clean
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| Got pregnant had a baby in December
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| She won’t see the daddy till next September
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| Mom’s and Pop’s gave her the boot
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| Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza
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| With the money she got, She bought a spot of the block
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| Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks
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| Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc’ed out
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| And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
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| You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears
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| Of a life long cries
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| They was headed for self destruction
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| Conjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?
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| Her own kids gotta healp, 'cause they knew she was slippin'
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| Took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'
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| Slipping into Darkness
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| When you slip you trip and fall
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| Slipping into Darkness
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| Ain’t no sense to give ya’ll no love at all
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| They say we’re slipping, as a whole one race
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| So, what we gonna choose, Don’t want the blues
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| I turn to the news and what do I see
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| (merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E."
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| We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns
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| Whites against whites, from governments to undergrounds
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| So, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo
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| Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio
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| Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods
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| Pesadillas (nightmares)Crips and Bloods
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| Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas
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| O.G., Macks, and the big Coca Dealers
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| We got homeboys who just like kicking it
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| And Vato’s like me who grab the mic and start splitting it
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| (merciless) «You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat»
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| So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat
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| They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot
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| Ill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dart
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| They got me runnin down the street gettin hotter
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| Runnin from the cops as i try to clock my Glock
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| The war won’t stop
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| Thats why they wanna band the music
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| You ever notcie how the cops can’t stand the music
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| See a black man coolin wit a mexican
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| We can all have peace, the sun sets again
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| They try to shove us in the pen
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| But we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten
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| Once again, its your friend outta oakland, hopin
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| To keep the hip hop clubs open
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| Now we can lay back and let them close’m
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| Or we can have beef and show that we control’em
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| Now ain’t nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame
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| Why gang bang brothas in the same gang?
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| They say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off
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| Brothas come to have fun but they settin it off
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| One time, make it worse when they sweat us
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| Send an army of pigs to come get us
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| Now im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs
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| This is sorta like soul food |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slipping , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Ride or Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп