Karaoké 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted 2Pac & Snoop Dogg

Up out of there

Ha ha ha ha ha

Hmm

Hey, light

Hey, light that up

Why you actin' like that

Aah shit you done fucked up now

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

You done put two of

America's most wanted

Huh in the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Heh heh ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha

Y'all niggas about to feel this

Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Have one on us, a'ight

A toast to the gangsters

Picture perfect

I paint a perfect picture bombin' hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer

With the S-N double-O-P

Dogg, my fuckin' homie

You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

Sho 'nuff

I keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run

Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome

Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

But at the same time it seems they tryin' to take mine

So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit

And put together Million March

Ha ha ha

So now they got us laced for some gangsta shit

Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases

Hmm

Bitches, get ready for the throw down the shit's about to go down

Me and Snoop about to clown

Ha ha

I'm losin' my religion

I'm vicious on these stool pigeons

You might be deep in this game but you got the rules missin'

Hmm

Niggas be actin' like they savage they out to get the cabbage

I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

I've got a pit named Petey she Nigerino

Nigerino

Chino

I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino

And I think I've got a black Bimmer

Bimmer

But my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Siegel

Ha ha

And do it all legal

And get scooped up by the

Yeah little homie in the Regal, hmm

It feels good to you, baby-bubba

You see, this is for the G's

Baby-bubba

G's, keys and the keys, motherfucker

Now, follow as we ride

Motherfuck the rest

Hmm hmm two of the best from the Westside

And I can make you famous

Niggas been dyin' for years

So how can they blame us so how can they blame us

I live in fear of a felony

I never stop bailin' these

Motherfuckin' G's motherfuckin' G's

If you got it, better flaunt it

Another warrant two of Amerikaz Most Wanted

Ooh

Nothin' but a gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Now give me fifty feet defeat is not my destiny

Release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me

Jealousy is misery suffery is greed

And better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me

I bust and flee

These niggas must be crazy, what

There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thug, ha ha ha

You thought it was, but it wasn't

Now disappear

Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin'

Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'

You gotta have paper in this world

You might get your first

It's about

Mad snatch before your eyes swirl

You doin' your job

You doin' your job every day and then you work so hard 'till your hair turn gray

Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is

You see, we live by the gun so we die by the guns, kid

They tell me not to roll with my Glock

So now I got a throw-away floatin' in the black Benz tryin' to do a show a day

They wonder how I live with five shots

Niggas is hard to kill on my block

Schemes for currency and dough-related

Affiliated with the hustlers so we made it

No answers to questions

I'm tryin' to get up on it

My nigga, Dogg, and me eternally the most wanted

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party

Biatch

Where you at, where you at

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Here it is, bitch

Huh huh huh

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