thug a try Chorus I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day it don't matta if you lonely baby you need a thug in ya life cuz
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the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out, All
t no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my niggaz
no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm
and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac] In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) [Pac
smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
ya nigga [Chorus: 2Pac] I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [Biggie] (talking) It's a funny thing I kinda realized how powerful 2pac and I was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong
: [Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? *crowd goes nuts* [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob
degrees of Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife It's true, me and 2 PAC once steped
beat 'em and dump all these body parts into my trunk [DJ Paul] Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse! We finna do this for all you thievin ass
& Devin the Dude] [Chorus: x2] See, I'm a marijuana soulja, smokin on the douja... (smoke weed everyday) seven roaches in the ashtray... seem like all
stash in it Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive Walkin
with a knife for trying to be down and claim in ghetto life it'll all catch up to you in the end some day you'll be alone and ill be with all my
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide (Hold Up) Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the dessert All dogs go to heaven Til then (smoke weed everyday
on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit,
(chorus X2) See, ima marijuana soulja, smokin on the douja... (smoke weed everyday) seven roaches in the ashtray.. seem like all i do is pour up and keep
