โหลดเพลง mp3 Po Nigga Blues (Explicit|Scott Storch Remix) - 2Pac

Po Ni**a Blues (Explicit|Scott Storch Remix) - 2Pac (图派克)/Ronald Isley
Written by：Ronald Isley/Tupac Shakur/Scott Storch/Katari Cox/Daryl Anderson/Malcolm Greenidge
Scott Storch hey
Why'd you slang crack I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to

A ni**a gotta pay the f**kin rent
Crazy I gotta work with what'chu gave me
You claimin I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could f**k the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin f**k the law

And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a ni**a gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested
And if I don't say yes a ni**a's quick to get arrested

That's the reason I stay testin
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless
Walkin around ready to light sh*t up
But since my life is f**ked some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust huh
They make a ni**a be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same motherf**kers wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me huh
I need loot so I'm doin what I do
And don't say sh*t until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin left to lose so I'm singin ni**a blues
Why'd you slang crack I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to

A ni**a gotta pay the f**kin rent
Poppa need brand new shoes but what the f**k can a ni**a do
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like rockefeller

And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book huh
And you're hooked on my I don't give a f**k look

Make your rules I'mma break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em you show me bacon I'm take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine ni**a and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the Barrio
You're livin worse than the niggas in the ghetto so
I give a f**k about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police
Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me
We ain't free I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde haired blue eyed caucausian b**ch
Down with my homeboy rich huh
F**k a snitch and a groupie a** b**ch
And the ni**a with a cellular phone leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone huh
And you wonder why we blazin niggas
Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the niggas

And they down to be f**k ups too
Drinkin forties of brew huh singin ni**a blues
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen