I lost another friend Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man But I still don't seem to care at all Good times, bad times
Traduzione: Cracker. Good Times Bad Times.
A bad boy like Dennis, classified a menace I spread like anthrax, the Benz is black on black I dominate like Shaq, Air Force Ones and throwbacks I spit lyrical crack
know the Po Po's the project and the old folk That waht we see 24 in the ghetto, corner spots crack rocks and gun shots Good time the bad times the same
girl in my mind that's the hook An intellectual, sexual and still can cook Yeah, and I feel good right now I feel good right here, you feel good right now? You feel good
to be chose From entertainers, ballplayers - my niggaz are pro Head to toe, girl you lookin' good to me Can I get some of your time without payin' a fee
y'all Turnin these streets into Vietnam Where your homeboys, homeboy [2Pac] You ain't s**t without your homeboys My thug ni**az, I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time
You are appreciated Verse One: 2Pac When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time,
'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game
be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time
[Verse One:] When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see
name I'm a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids I crack a bottle open and ask 'em If they wanna swig I'm the bad guy that touched your wife Tip
up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good
up the para-familiar, (fuck with me!) I wanna win so bad nigga I kill ya! Get in the way, this 6 spray, I'm bad news. Denzel when the trumpet blow, more
niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
'm known on corners With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs A good guy gone bad, devious
scheming on you exploiting all the things you lack they'll do what they have to do your good will is something they'll crack how many times will they