2 Pac - Point The Finga Lyrics
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.Roll up and get swoll up.Hold up.How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?I ain't came a long way to get checkedSo give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha *****in chimpcheck.Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.Say your looking for some real shit.Then catch a funkdified batch.Like that!!Oakland's on the map.Tupac is on the big screen strivin.Gotta love a nigga for survivin.I wear alot of old schools jewels.Look how the fools ??. Ooohh.Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.But I'll just buck then bigger motha *****as.Turnin men to suckas.Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha *****as.They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right.Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.Shit outta luck. *****ed and stuck with that rough shit.***** a pop song, ***** video, ***** Arsenio, ***** the radio.Do you hear me though?Give a holla to my niggas in the pen.And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.Glock *****ed and then they kill me.I'm representin'.Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great oneMary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,And the Special motha *****a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe CalledQuest,andJungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.House of Pain: ***** these ? ass white dudes.Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas.Digital Underground: my real niggas. -acap
