Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Mad At Cha, artist - 2Pac. Album song The Best of 2Pac, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
I Ain't Mad At Cha |
Change, shit |
I guess change is good for any of us |
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood |
Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha |
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy |
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while |
I'ma send this one out for y'all |
Know what I mean? |
'Cause I ain't mad at cha |
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there |
Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck |
Yeah, niggas, 'cause I ain't mad at cha |
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind |
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line |
You was just a little smaller, but you still rolled |
Got stretched to Y.A. |
and hit the hood swoll |
'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn |
On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm |
Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed |
Oh, you a Muslim now? |
No more dope game |
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail |
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail |
It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man |
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan |
When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle |
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble |
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know |
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin' |
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember |
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her |
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb |
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on |
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it |
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it |
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that |
Go toe to toe when it's time to roll, you got a brother's back |
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha |
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead |
'Cause I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens |
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't |
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs |
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared |
Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind |
In time, we'd learned to live a life of crime |
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know |
I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow |
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait |
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state |
I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes |
Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived |
Don't shed a tear, 'cause Mama, I ain't happy here |
I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years |
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs |
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" |
As soon as I touch down |
I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down |
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha |
'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
A true down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha |
Well, guess who's movin' up? |
This nigga's ballin' now |
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down |
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock |
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block |
He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's |
Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury |
See, first you was our nigga, but you made it so the choice is made |
Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days |
So full of pain while the weapons blaze |
Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days |
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze |
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days |
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot |
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop? |
'Til God return me to my essence |
'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent |
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down |
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? |
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha |
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
And I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |
I ain't mad at cha |