2 Pac - Representin' 93 Lyrics
I got a head, but aint no screws in it.Roll up and get swoll up.Hold up.How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?I aint came a long way to get checked so give me respect when I get wreck orGet your motha *****in chimp check.Once again, its 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!!Oaklands 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 Ill just buck then bigger motha *****as.Turnin men to suckas.Niggas wanna start a little ruckus.Better duck cuz Ill 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 10s.I represent the real cuz Im ill, g.Glock *****ed and then they kill me.Im representin.Peace to redman, tretch, vin rock, k-g the great oneMary j. blidge, pete rock and sure youre late son.Heavy d, cl smooth, and queen latifah.Too $hort, tony toni tone,And the special motha *****a, ed lover, the tribe, a tribe called quest, andJungle brothas. das efx, epmd, and ice cube.House of pain: funky blunted ass white dudes.Cypress hill, yeah, they ill niggas.Digital underground: my real niggas.Raw fusion, all in house confusion.Wickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man.Tlc, eric b rockin, then scarface.Stretch, mad k-low, pumpin the scars bass.Thoro headz, poonannynans, the click.Mmmm. e-40, the gov and richie rich.Young guns in the house pumpin the flava.Dj ditch for their behavior.Off the head, my freestyle flow.Just a couple of motha *****as that I know.Im strictly representin1 motha *****a, 2 motha *****a, 3 motha *****as,Damn, who did I forget?Im a soulja.Daddy was a soulja.Strong in the struggle.Must contend so its on.Raised in a house full of bad motha *****as.Mad motha *****as.Never had so we grab from the stacked motha *****as.Now they know me, the homies.Raised by some crazed ass well payed ogs.Ah shit!Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.The wheel as I peel out. catch a cops tail.Rock shells hit. raise a fist so they know to make a hit.Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.To get specific: if the shoe fits, then kick it.Its for the gifted. pump your fist if you wit it.Heres your ticket to see mr. wicked rip shit.Now they wanna maime me.(told ya)All I wanted to be was a soulja.Bang bang boogy its stick up.Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.
