2Pac

2Pac - Fuck All Y'all songtekst

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Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody
 Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all
 Verse 1
 Money gone fuck friends
 I need a homie that know me
 when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
 I got problems ain't nobody calling back
 now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
 Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
 Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
 all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
 we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
 You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
 a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
 It took time but finally the cash was mine
 all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
 Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
 like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
 and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
 They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
 Chorus
 Fuck all y'all 2x
 Verse 2
 I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
 cause I'm a hopeless thug
 Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
 way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
 and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
 It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
 I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
 I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
 Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
 and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
 drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
 I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
 these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
 ain't no fear in my heart
 What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
 I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
 In 94 I'll be going solo
 too many problems with my own
 so I'm rolling do-do
 Fuck all y'all
 Chorus 3x
 Verse 3
 I went from rags to riches quick
 to socializing with the baddest bitches
 went from a bucket to a rag with switches
 I'm seein' death around the corner
 I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
 I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
 mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
 And even though I know the cops behind me
 hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
 will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
 Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
 I know they wanna see a nigga buried
 but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
 got me locked in these chains
 and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
 soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
 And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
 I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
 Repeat of intro
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Publisher: Interscope Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Engels

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