Crooked Nigga Too歌词

Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah..
*************z just wanna know
if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass ************* *************t
[2Pac]
Please tell me what's a ************* to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One mother******* from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin *************z if they ************* around
Yo why I got beef with police?
Ain't that a ************* that mother*******s got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
instead of them mother*******s blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk mother*******s get to trippin I got *************t too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked ************* too
[Chorus: 2Pac]
It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked ************* too
And maybe then you'll see the truth; but until then
I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked ************* too
It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked ************* too
And maybe then you'll see the truth; OOOH!
You can't ************* with the crew, of crooked ************* too
[2Pac]
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame *************z
************* bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, ************* the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the *************z from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other (************* no!)
That's my mother****** brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the ******* from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (************* that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my ****** tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
(ahhhhhhh) Cobra, and *************z'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean.. (************* that) or be a crooked ************* too
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Pardon me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So mother******* make a motion
I give a *************, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a *************
but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH
You can't ************* with the crew, of crooked ************* too
[Chorus]