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California love!

1-California…knows how to party
California…knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol’ Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

[Dr. Dre]

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it’s ‘95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a
(repeat 1)

2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it…

[2Pac]

Out on bail fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
I’m hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let’em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
So you know the row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
[Tekrar] 1

(dre) now make it shake…

[Tekrar] 2

Outro: Dre, 2Pac

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it’s tha best side

yeah, That’s right
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

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Brenda’s got a Baby
Brenda’s got a Baby
I hear Brenda’s got a baby
Well, Brenda’s barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name
(That’s not her problem, that’s up ta Brenda’s family)
Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community
Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky
Went in debt to his arms, it’s sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn’t even know
Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn’t mean ya can’t grow
But oh, that’s a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn’t really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when tha check came they got first dibs
Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure
She’s 12 years old and she’s having a baby
In love with tha molester, whos sexed and crazy
And yet she thinks that he’ll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha
bathroom floor
And didn’t know so, she didn’t know, what ta throw away and
what ta keep
She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep
I guess she thought she’d get away
Wouldn’t hear tha cries
She didn’t realize
How much tha tha little baby had her eyes
Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling
Momma can’t help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling
Brenda wants ta run away
Momma say, you makin’ me lose pay, tha social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda’s gotta make her own way
Can’t go to her family, they won’t let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn’t keep a job
She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what’s next, there ain’t nothin left ta sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell
It’s payin tha rent, so she really can’t complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda’s her name, she’s got a baby
Baaaaaaaaby
(don’t you know she’s got a baby) (x6)

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[2Pac]
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?

[Nakarat]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch ‘em while they sleepin, now I’m the last motherfucker breathin

[Nakarat Tekrar

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[George Clinton]
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin’ hard but won’t realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin’ blind)
[2Pac]
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i’m cashin’
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin’
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west, don’t get blown
my adversaries cry like ho’s
open and shut like doors
is you a friend or foe ?
nigga you ain’t know ?
they got me stressed out on Death Row
i’ve seen money
but baby I got to gets mo’
you scream and go
‘2Pac’
and I ain’t stopin’
till i’m well paid
bails paid
now nigga, look what hell made
visions of cops and sirens
niggas open fire
buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
until I die
ask me why i’m a Boss Playa gettin’ high
and when i’m rollin’ by
Niggas Can’t C Me
Chorus: George Clinton
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
and you’ll never realize
You can’t C Me..
[2Pac]
Been getten worried that these square muthafuckers with nerves
sayin they can get with us
but picture me gettin’ served
My own mama say i’m thuged out
my shit be bumpin out tha record store
as if it was a drug house
my lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
nigga what ?
It ain’t nothin but a party when we thug
and there I was
a young nigga with heart
ain’t had shit to loose
pullin’ my pistol on them fools
you know the rules
D-R-E you got me heated
my words like a penatentary dick
hittin’ bitches where it’s most needed
money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse
To my Thug niggas in lock down
witness me
bail on these ho’s in floss mode
tha life of a Boss Playa
fuck what ya thought tho’
my enemies deceased
die like a bitch
when my album hit tha streetz
Niggas Can’t C Me

Niggas Can’t C Me
[George Clinton]
Which way did he go George
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
Which way did he go
[2Pac]
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it’s Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain’t killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i’m full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho’s
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i’m just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin’ bring me money
then i’m rappin’ till i’m paid
i’m getten green like i’m supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho’s
and see how many I can go through
Look to the star
and visualize my debut
niggas know me, playa
I gotta stay true
don’t be a dumb muthafucker
because it’s crazy after dark
where the true Thug niggas see ya heart
Niggas Can’t C Me….
Outro: 2Pac, George Clinton
(Yo, check this out, stay off his dick)
Niggas Can’t C Me
(Right before your eyes, i’ll disappear from here) You niggas Can’t C Me, hahah
(You Can’t C Me) I know it’s hard nigga, i’m all up in your face
But you still Can’t C Me
(You Can’t C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can’t C Me
(20&20 vision won’t visualize) I’m in tha flesh baby, but you Can’t C Me
(All tho’ glasses won’t help you realize) You blinded
You blinded
You Can’t C Me
(You Can’t C Me)
Thug Life baby
Don’t believe everything you read
Alazay and weed (You Can’t C Me)
(Right before your very eyes, You won’t even visualize)
(You Can’t C Me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can’t C Me, hahaha
I dedicate this, to you PUNK Muthafuckers hahaha
this ones for you big baby hahah
cause you bitch ass niggas Can’t C Me
Niggas Can’t C Me
(ooooww)
(ooooww)
(You Can’t C Me)
(See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil)
(You won’t C Me)
(First C Me, Now ya don’t)
(Wanna C Me, but ya won’t)
(Come to C Me, but ya Can’t)
(ooohhh, You Can’t C Me)
(You Can’t C Me)
(Right between your eyes, you’ll never realize)
(Right before your eyes, you won’t even realize)
(Visualize what you Can’t C

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(ft. Sonny of P.O.D.)

Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don’t they know that we know?
There’s a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight

I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy

[Nakarat]
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there’s not always more of the same
I do

Wanna breathe
Wanna move
Wanna move and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still finds a way
To rise and advise
And when everything is lies you break
Cause there’s nowhere you can run and still feel safe

I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy
I think the world’s gone crazy

[Nakarat]

I won’t be a part of something so obscene
I think I’m falling
but I won’t be falling

[Nakarat]

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Looking for these better dayz

Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smoking weed like it ain’t no thang, so even kids wanna try now
Then lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches them clocking, the evil men do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I’d love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beefs
And only we can change, it’s up to us to clean up the streets
It ain’t the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pass by his family but what could I say?
Keep your head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better dayz

Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz

Thinking back as an adolescent
Who would have guessed, that in my future years I’d be stressing
Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Trying to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slanging yayo all day long
But they wrong, so I’m solo (so low) and so broke
Saving up for some Jordan’s, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too
And so am I, I can’t take her to the play she wanna go to
So we argue and playfight, all day and night
Making passionate love till the day light
Plus we bout to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
Guess it’s time to see who really is your friend
You tell me you pregnant and I’m amazed
So many blessings while we stressing
Looking for them better dayz

Better dayz

Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
(Oh, better dayz)
Thinking bout better dayz
(I’m looking for better)
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
(Oh, better dayz)
Got me thinking bout better dayz

Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school we was true, me and you
Only part of us separated we stay faded
Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressing like grown men, when roll-ing
Out in the dark, smoking newports, gaming marks
Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart
Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hoping you well, I know it’s hell
Doing time in the cell you need mail, when you in jail
And me I’m doing cool
I’ve settled down had a family, working in night school
Every once in awhile, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better dayz

Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyyy
Better dayz
Thinking bout better dayz
Better dayz, Better dayz, Better dayz
Heeyy
Better dayz
Got me thinking bout better dayz

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh Clinton, locked down
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with
E block, F block L I H
N I C in Rikers Island
Downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better Dayz is coming homeboy, keep your head up

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[2Pac]
Searching for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(Black Jesus; you can be Christian
Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(Islamic, won’t matter to me
I’m a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga..
What?
[Kadafi]
I do my shootin’s on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
like I’m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain’t tryin to be trapped
on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin
Wonder how shit like the Qu’ran and the Bible was written
What is religion?
Gods words all cursed like crack
Shai-tan’s way of gettin us back
Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps
[Storm]
Who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies creepin up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me
Can’t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus
give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well
I’m on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, hahahahaha
He’s like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Young Noble]
Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
The President ain’t even listenin to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Oh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn
Soon as the sky get bright, it’s just another storm
Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
Ain’t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
History repeats itself, nuttin new
In school I knew, e’rything I read wasn’t true
Black Jesus
[2Pac]
To this click I’m dedicated, criminal orientated
An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
We die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
Creamated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
I’ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
Went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded
God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
Which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
Bitches freeze facin Black Jesus
[2Pac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
[Kastro]
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’ fail
And it ain’t hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it’s hard to find God
I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I’m a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me
Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven’t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
This ain’t livin… Jesus
{*singers repeat in background 3X*}
We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black Jesus!
Searchin for Black Jesus
It’s hard, it’s hard
We need help out here
So we searchins for Black Jesus
It’s like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
Somebody that hurt like we hurt
Somebody that smoke like we smoke
Drink like we drink
That understand where we coming from
That’s who we pray to
We need help y’all

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[2Pac]
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don

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[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That’s right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw ’til it’s over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I’m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don’t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I’m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I’m similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y’all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I’m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn’t
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I’m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain’t no thang
We was raised off drive-by’s, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I’m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!

We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try’na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

[Napoleon]
I’m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I’m all out, drunk as can be
It’s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin’ in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I’d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it’s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I’m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain’t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I’m sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It’s all from my heart when I was writin this
All out

[Nakarat]

[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain’t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain’t forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it’ll bring the bitch up out cha
It’s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin’ like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I’m talkin’ bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ’till they feel it
Livin’ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can’t deal wit’
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin’ all out
Nigga

[Nakarat] - 2X

fool, you better go all out
keep goin’ all out
all my niggaz goin’ all out
without a muthafuckin’ doubt

[EDI]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain’t gon say shit, now it’s 1999
It’s a different grind, don’t disrespect the Don
It’s still war motherfuckers
So let’s see you act like you know

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