Tupac Shakur lyrics
Tupac Shakur lyrics
"Lie To Kick It lyrics"
Time lyrics
Don't ask me if I love you more than anyone elseWhen you talk about love I can't always trust myselfOo--just be grateful I can give you any love at all'Cause I don't need the problem of being at your beck and callGive me a little timeCan't always have you on my mindGive me a little spaceCan't always have you on my caseWe've been throu
(feat. Richie Rich)Don't ask me if I love you more than anyone elseWhen you talk about love I can't always trust myselfOo--just be grateful I can give you any love at all'Cause I don't need the problem of being at your beck and callGive me a little timeCan't always have you on my mindGive me a little spaceCan't always have you on my caseWe've been throu
(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It's all good.
[Chorus]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a bu
Collapsed lyrics
Baby, baby, baby From the day I saw you I really really want to catch your eye There's something special 'bout you I must really like you Cause not a lotta guys are worth my time Ooo baby, baby, baby It's gettin kind of crazy Cause you are takin over my mind And it feels like oooooo But you don't know my name And I swear it feels like
ck 04Baby, baby, baby From the day I saw you I really really want to catch your eye There's something special 'bout you I must really like you Cause not a lotta guys are worth my time Ooo baby, baby, baby It's gettin kind of crazy Cause you are takin over my mind And it feels like oooooo But you don't know my name And I swear it feels like
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to lie to kick it.
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the f
Make Believe lyrics
I've been lost Since she's gone The piano She's really on I don't want you to Marry me Make believe You're Debbie G Come look down on Who you are She is love With a voice And a shape that's my guitar I don't want you You want me Make believe You're Debbie G Make believe You're Debbie G Make believe You'r
cking phonyI've been lost Since she's gone The piano She's really on I don't want you to Marry me Make believe You're Debbie G Come look down on Who you are She is love With a voice And a shape that's my guitar I don't want you You want me Make believe You're Debbie G Make believe You're Debbie G Make believe You'r
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]
Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nig
Passenger Side lyrics
Hey, wake up, your eyes weren't open wide For the last couple of miles you've been swerving from side to side You're gonna make me spill my beer, If you don't learn how to steer Passenger side, passenger side, I don't like riding on the passenger side Roll another number for the road You're the only sober person I know Won't you let me
ga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mixHey, wake up, your eyes weren't open wide For the last couple of miles you've been swerving from side to side You're gonna make me spill my beer, If you don't learn how to steer Passenger side, passenger side, I don't like riding on the passenger side Roll another number for the road You're the only sober person I know Won't you let me
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping
[Chorus 'til end]