PAC Lyrics

Haha

Aw yeah

You know what time it is

(It's 3AM)

And who the fuck calling my phone

(3)

I got a bad ass, thick, lil jawn keep calling my phone

That don't mean I'm gon pick up

And my main bitch went through my phone while I slept.

She just text me "come pick yo shit up"

I could leave with another one of her right now, off of my get up

I'll take yo bitch while you standing right there

If you really gotta problem, nigga, get up

Bitch. Blattt

She told me she wanna suck up the dick

When I slide out of the pussy

You slide in your feelings

Saw she was choosing

And I did not care to ask if she was taken

That's none of my business

I stretch her out like Pilates

Man you know my body

I hit my little dance while I'm in it

You don't want problems

I'll call up my shottas

They'll load up the chop, hit yo block and then spin it

Like a fidget

Make a snapback outcha fitted

Say they "bout that" til they in it

Now yo clown ass acting different nigga

And we know that I get so mad

Need a road map when I'm tripping

You might end up toe tagged if I'm on that

I don't hold back. Man, it's simple yeah yeah yeah

You can catch me with the bandana 'round the head, I feel like Pac aye

"All Eyez On Me" when I say "Hit 'Em Up" somebody getting dropped aye

They want "Street Fame," so that's what they "Do For Love"

Hit 'em with the "Ghetto Gospel," "Only God Can Judge"

You can catch me with the bandana 'round the head I feel like Pac aye

"All Eyez On Me" when I say "Hit 'Em Up" somebody getting dropped (Glrttt)

"Against All Odds", that's what they "Do For Love"

Hit 'em with the "Ghetto Gospel," "Only God Can Judge Me"

I wanna head overseas with a lil bitty bitch kinda look like Beyoncé

Say that she straight but this bitch that we met, make her want to switch teams like LeBron James

Shit, fuck it. Let's have us a threesome

I'm keeping my socks on

Record it, and keep it on my phone

Cause I don't trust nobody

I be alone when I hit the road but I keep my pole shotty

I ain't no ho, lil bitch I'm a go

Man how you want to go 'bout it

Oh you sorry nigga? Shut the fuck up

I cannot blame where I come from

A bitch is the reason I'm fucked up, aw yeah

Aye, I came a long way from being heartbroken

Now I'm that nigga with bad bitches on him

Just poured a four in my cup

Bitch, I'm floatin'

Her pussy a drug

I'm OD, overdosing no

You can catch me with the bandana 'round the head, I feel like Pac aye

"All Eyez On Me" when I say "Hit 'Em Up" somebody getting dropped aye

They want "Street Fame," so that's what they "Do For Love"

Hit 'em with the "Ghetto Gospel," "Only God Can Judge"

You can catch me with the bandana 'round the head I feel like Pac aye

"All Eyez On Me" when I say "Hit 'Em Up" somebody getting (Glrttt)

"Against All Odds", that's what they "Do For Love"

Hit 'em with the "Ghetto Gospel," "Only God Can Judge Me"

Aye, don't forget I got the nose ring too, bitch ass nigga

Haha

On me

Sound Sound Sound

3 Side shit

Bitch

Sheesh