 كلمات اغنية A crooked nigga too prod by raphael saadiq |
| Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
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| Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
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| Niggaz just wanna know
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| if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit
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| [2Pac]
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| Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
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| Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
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| Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
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| A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
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| One motherfucker from the Underground
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| And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
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| Yo why I got beef with police?
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| Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
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| They make it hard for me to sleep
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| I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
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| I guess it's hard for you to see
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| But now I'm pointin the finger at police
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| instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
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| I got the right to bear a pistol
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| And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
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| And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
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| But until then, I gotta do what I do
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| and stay a crooked nigga too
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| [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
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| I've got to do, what I'm gon' do
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| I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
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| I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?
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| I'm gon' do, what I do
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| I'm gon' say, what I say
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| I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?
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| [2Pac]
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| Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz
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| Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
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| 2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
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| I want my bucks for restitution
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| This time you got a bigger problem
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| Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
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| And we ain't shootin at each other
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| That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
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| And all the bitches from the Klan
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| Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
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| I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
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| Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
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| They know they scared to see us sober
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| Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over
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| It's all up to you (up to you)
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| Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too
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| [Chorus]
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| [2Pac]
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| Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
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| I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
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| They got my homies in a jail cell
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| And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
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| I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
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| And nuttin but love for each other
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| So motherfucker make a motion
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| I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
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| Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
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| but they hate it when we pop the cops
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| That's when they gettin petrol
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| You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
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| But I learn to look ahead of me
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| Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
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| We blowin up precincts and OOOH
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| You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
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| [Chorus]
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| [Raphael Saadiq]
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| It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
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| (I'm a crooked nigga too)
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| It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
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| It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
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| (I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)
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| It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
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| Y'all gon' stop f**kin with me |
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