Short Dawg - 2Pac Back (Remix) lyrics

Okay, 2Pac's Back I'm rolling with my crew, you see me two drops back No the roof not cracked It's completely missing, absent like it was skipping But your wife's in attendance I'm swinging like Kenny Griffin See the H is my home, on the mic I'm the sickest Coming straight from the dome, I ain't writing a sentence Hoes know I got paper, I be recycling women You just go out and save them, cuff them like a defendant See I'm a rider Call it coming down like a spider Treat your girl like a condom wrapper, hide her Before I treat her like the booth and get inside her And get to mashing Rap is just my pa**ion, it doesn't bring the cash in I was cooking dimes up, the colour of an aspirin Now I got them lined up, just because I rhyme tough I must had a ... sorta kinda Cos they screaming [Hook] 2Pac back, 2Pac back That's all these b**hes screaming That 2Pac back Okay, I'm beating up the F, hit me a few blocks back I have them call you're record label screaming you got jacked Cos my crew got gats, and we do not act Shouts out to my dog money, cos that's who drew my tatts Them chicks I hit bad, Them hoes you got raggs I'm in that white-on-white Camaro with the roof chopped back They thinking [Hook] I spit that poetic justice I'm white cup gang related Got the dope in the ... I might just candy paint it Never worked at foot locker, still I was serving them Js But they giving out cases, like when you purchase some shades Picture me rolling, so they snitched and they told it Look at the motherf**ing wheels, them b**hes is stolen They Screamin' There goes Fresh, Th-Th-there goes fresh In a yellow Vet, pumpin L.O.X or Fat P.A.T Maybe Big M.O.E ... Or hell I might play me Cos see I'm balling like Carmelo Quick to tell your woman hello They know I keep some green and purple on me, Donatello Ain't got no time for hoes, it's only paper on the schedule You can't play me like a cello Boy, I'm sharp as a stiletto Give me two white cups and a permanent marker Dre and T keep that water, You'd think they work for Ozarka I'm Miami with Tunechi, putting a verse on Tha Carter Between the streets and the studio I couldn't work any harder But see the game is getting lame Cos nowadays everybody tough And I'm just trying to reach the goal like a hockey puck Smashed a lot of s*uts, couple models, bunch of singers And stay dropping stuff, call me bu*terfingers The Adventures of Drankenstein I hope you brought your own syrup, Cos you ain't drinking mine I told my momma I got her, she told me take your time Your girl told me she love me, I told her wait in line I gotta cope with them, all the hoes in love with him I make the s*uts go Nutso like Above The Rim I got these young'uns scared Beast, you better come prepared It's YMCMB I'm in the building like the concierge, n***a