2 pac - a crooked nigga too (raphael saadiq remix) lyrics
yo ‘pac yo, i heard you got beat up by the police
got a big fat lawsuit and everything
n-gg-z just wanna know
if you still gon’ be on some crooked–ss sheeeit
[2pac]
please tell me what’s a n-gg- 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 p-ssed
a loaded ak-47 lay under my head so i don’t trip
one motherf-cker from the underground
and big stretch buckin n-gg-z if they f-ck around
yo why i got beef with police?
ain’t that a b-tch that motherf-ckers 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 motherf-ckers blamin me
i got the right to bear a pistol
and when the punk motherf-ckers get to trippin i got sh-t too
and maybe then you’ll see the truth (h-ll yeah)
but until then, i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
[chorus: raphael saadiq]
i’ve got to do, what i’m gon’ do
i’m gon’ say what i’m gon’ say
i’m gon’ live how i live – how else you want a n-gg- to live?
i’m gon’ do, what i do
i’m gon’ say, what i say
i’m gon’ live how i live – how do you want a n-gg- to live?
[2pac]
y’know you really can’t say that ya blame n-gg-z
f-ck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2pac’ll spark a revolution, f-ck the const-tution
i want my bucks for rest-tution
this time you got a bigger problem
time to face the n-gg-z from south central, oakland, brooklyn and harlem
and we ain’t shootin at each other
that’s my motherf-ckin brother, so dave duke, run for cover
and all the b-tches from the klan
come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn’t smoke crack and
i don’t drink st. ides (f-ck that!)
genuine draft, ganja ganja, and my f-ckin tec-9
they know they scared to see us sober
stop drinkin king cobra, and n-gg-z’ll take the world over
it’s all up to you (up to you)
blame the korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked n-gg- too
[chorus]
[2pac]
aiyyo! why me? play like jasmine guy and try me
i’ll be d-mned 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 h-ll
i got the whole place covered, with loc’d out brothers
and nuttin but love for each other
so motherf-cker make a motion
i give a f-ck, slice you up, and throw your -ss in the ocean
temperatures drop; see it’s cool to shoot a n-gg-
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 f-ck with the crew, of crooked n-gg- too
[chorus]
[raphael saadiq]
it’s the coldest town from here to georgia
(i’m a crooked n-gg- too)
it’s the coldest town from here to georgia
it’s the coldest town from here to georgia
(i’m a crooked.. crooked n-gg- too)
it’s the coldest town from here to georgia
y’all gon’ stop f-ckin with me
[chorus – repeat to fade]
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