Crooked Nigga Too (Produced by Raphael Saadiq) Lyrics
Intro:
Yo Pac yo
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police,
Got a big fat law-suit and everything. (what up)
Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon? be on some crooked ass shit.
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Verse 1:
Please tell me what?s a nigga to do
And it?s true, ain?t nothin? new,
so I do, what I can to get trough.
Now first they got me trapped and now I?m pissed.
I love you reckon that fourty-seven layin on my hips, so don?t trip
A motherfucker from the underground.
And Big Stretch buckin? niggaz if they fuck around.
Yo, why ya got beef with police?
Ain?t that a bitch? That motherfucker gotta beef with me.
They make it hard for me to sleep, I wake up at the slightest peep.
And my sheets are three feet deep. I guess it?s hard for you to see,
But now I?m pointing the finger at police, instead of the motherfuckers blamin? me.
I got the right to bear pistol. And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin? I got shit too.
And maybe then you see the truth. (hell yeah) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too.
(y?all gon? stop fuckin? with me)
Chorus:
I?ve gotta do what I?m gon? do,
I?m gon? say what I?m gon? say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Unless you wan?t a nigga to live.
I?m gon? do what I do.
I?m gon? say what I say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Do you wan?t a nigga to live.
Verse 2:
You know you really can?t say that you blame niggaz.
Fuck being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers.
Tupac will spark a revolution, fuck the constitution.
I wan?t my bucks on restitution. This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggaz in South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain?t shootin? at each other, that?s a motherfuckin? brother
So they two, run for cover. And other bitches from the clan.
Come feel the wrath of a black man.
That doesn?t smoke crack and I don?t drink saint eyes, (fuck that)
Genuine Draft, Ganja Ganja and my fucking tech nine.
They know they scared to see it sober (aah) trapped like a king cobra
And niggaz ?ll take the world over. It?s all up to you.
Blame the Korean. Blame the Jew. I?ll be a crooked nigga too.
Chorus:
I?ve gotta do what I?m gon? do,
I?m gon? say what I?m gon? say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Unless you wan?t a nigga to live.
I?m gon? do what I do.
I?m gon? say what I say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Do you wan?t a nigga to live.
Verse 3:
Eyyo, Why me? ? that guy ain?t tryin? me.
I?ll be damned if I die, come and look at the rage in my eyes G.
They got my homeys in the jail cell, now it?s the rebel and the devil
And one of us is going to hell. I got the whole placed covered.
With lope out brothers, and nothin? but love for each other.
So motherfucker make a motion, I?ll give a fuck, slice you up, and throw you?re ass in the ocean.
Temperature?s droppin?, see it?s cool to shoot a nigga, but they hate it when we pop the cops.
That?s when they gettin? petrol. You?ll better watch your step or you?ll be left on death row.
But I learned to look ahead of me, stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyez on the enemy.
We blowin? up precincts and ooh you can?t fuck with the crew. A crooked nigga too.
Chorus:
I?ve gotta do what I?m gon? do,
I?m gon? say what I?m gon? say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Unless you wan?t a nigga to live.
I?m gon? do what I do.
I?m gon? say what I say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Do you wan?t a nigga to live.
Bridge
It?s the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I?m a crooked nigga too)
It?s the coldest town from here to Georgia
It?s the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I?m a crooked, crooked nigga too)
It?s the coldest town from here to Georgia
It?s the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y?all gon? stop fuckin? with me.
Chorus (2x):
I?ve gotta do what I?m gon? do,
I?m gon? say what I?m gon? say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Unless you wan?t a nigga to live.
I?m gon? do what I do.
I?m gon? say what I say.
I?m gon? live how I live.
Do you wan?t a nigga to live.