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2pac – 2 of amerikaz most wanted (live at coachella) lyrics

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[intro: 2pac & snoop doggy dogg]
gangsta sh-t
yeah, that’s what the f-ck i’m talking about
ay yo, pac
let these motherf-ckers know what kind of party they in right now
(ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
ahh sh-t, you done f-cked up now
(ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
you done put two of america’s most wanted
in the same motherf-ckin’ place at the same motherf-ckin’ time?
(ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
ha, ha, ha, ha, y’all n-ggas about to feel this
(ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
break out the champagne gl-sses and the motherf-ckin’ condoms
have one on us, a’ight?
(ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
a toast to the gangsters

[verse 1: 2pac]
picture perfect, i paint a perfect picture
bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention’s to get richer
with the s-n double-o-p, dogg, my f-ckin’ homie
you’s a cold–ss n-gga on them hogs

[verse 2: snoop doggy dogg]
sure ‘nough, i keep my hand on my gun
’cause they got me on the run
now i’m back in the courtroom, waitin’ on the outcome
“free 2pac” is all that’s on a n-gga’s mind
but at the same time, it seems they tryin’ to take mine
so i’ma get smart and get defensive and sh-t
and put together a million march for some gangsta sh-t

[verse 3: 2pac]
so now they got us laced
two multi-millionaire motherf-ckers catchin’ cases
b-tches get ready for the throwdown, the sh-t’s about to go down
me and snoop about to clown
i’m losin’ my religion, i’m vicious on these stool pigeons
you might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin’
n-ggas be actin’ like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
i’ve got nothin’ but love for my n-ggas livin’ lavish

[verse 4: snoop doggy dogg]
i’ve got a pit named petey, she nigerina
i’ve got a house out in the hills right next to chino
and i think i’ve got a black bimmer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like bugsy siegel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up by the little homie in the regal
it feels good to you, baby-bubba
you see, this is for the g’s and the keys, motherf-cker

[verse 5: 2pac]
now follow as we ride
motherf-ck the rest, two of the best from the westside
and i can make you famous
n-ggas been dyin’ for years, so how could they blame us?
i live in fear of a felony
i never stop bailin’ these motherf-ckin’ g’s
if you got it, better flaunt it
another warrant, two of america’s most wanted

[chorus: 2pac]
ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
party, party