Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2pac, artist - Montana of 300. Date of issue: 19.05.2019
Song language: English
2pac |
| I gotta shoot a video to this shit |
| You know spit at the camera |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |
| I been a killa, go on and push me |
| My 40 liquor shots have got a thing for eating pussy |
| It done blew some niggas down, yeah R.I.P. |
| to Tookie |
| Had to dip and leave him wet |
| That’s how I do him, milk and cookies |
| Took my mom out that hood life |
| Finally showed her that good life |
| My pockets fat, my money tall, I be ballin' like Suge Knight |
| My sons ballin', I’m present, I’m at the game like I’m Birdie |
| And plus my killas on point, they up in the bleachers with 30s |
| Boy you soft as fuck, you done talked enough |
| Gonna send it up, bitch toss it up |
| If you want smoke, let’s spark it up |
| Boy I’m known to dump, ooh garbage truck |
| Put the lead in 'em, no sharpin' us |
| Say Su Woo, bitch cough it up |
| That’s toe tag, do 'em so bad |
| They don’t wanna open this coffin up |
| I’m Bishop, I got the Juice now |
| T up like a ref if you too foul |
| Whoever stepped up, I’ma shoot down |
| Ready for whatever, my crew wild |
| Rush hours, I drop 'em like Juntao |
| Original gangster, I drew down |
| I’m good with the heat |
| I put 'em in the sheet |
| And my gun like a ghost, it go boo-yeah |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |
| They sent my motherfucking father |
| They created a savage, bandana on me |
| Had my homie, but I ain’t a mechanic |
| Cold as an avalanche, whoever in my way getting damaged |
| So if it’s Me Against the World, y’all better pray for the planet |
| Niggas changed on me, I ain’t mad at ya |
| Big euros on you half steppers |
| Try to stop the shine in me, bad weather |
| I am bad news like a sad letter |
| I work that stick like Donatello, I shoot like LaMelo |
| Soon as I blow bitch you gon' know if Heaven got a ghetto |
| I got the crown on lock, sauce dripping down my socks |
| Way before rap, I used to get pounds and blocks |
| I went out of town and copped |
| Pistols I’m toting, you don’t wanna picture me rollin' |
| I circle around ya block, I pulled down the stock |
| Soon as I get around the ops, boom, boom, boom |
| Clowns get dropped |
| My nina blow, knock niggas down, that bitch so thotty |
| Go hoe take clothes, pop out, and throw a gangsta party |
| I been that gunna, it ain’t shit to catch a body |
| I’ll get you gone, gon' make a song, and rap about it |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |
| I’m balling tatted, bitch I’m feeling like 2Pac |
| All Eyez on Me, these haters let these bitches watch |
| Picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two Glocks |
| Fuck all that jealous shit my nigga I’m too hot |