2Pac Lyrics
2Pac Lyrics
"Thug N U Thug N Me (Remix) Lyrics"
It's Martini Time Lyrics
Hey, buddy do you got the time? No I don't got a watch can you spare a dime, But I got two olives and a couple of limes, Guessin' that means it's martini time. The Martinis that brought you the loss, I didn't even ask or care what they cost, I lost my job for no reason or rhyme, Guessin' that means it's martini time. Martini time (vodka ice shaker!), Martini time (olive or lime!), Marti
Hey, buddy do you got the time? No I don't got a watch can you spare a dime, But I got two olives and a couple of limes, Guessin' that means it's martini time. The Martinis that brought you the loss, I didn't even ask or care what they cost, I lost my job for no reason or rhyme, Guessin' that means it's martini time. Martini time (vodka ice shaker!), Martini time (olive or lime!), Marti
f/ K-Ci & JoJo
[2Pac]
Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)
[2Pac]
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you
God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on
Tell me lady how you like me
and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like t
Tripoli Lyrics
Best to smile best to squeal for daddy best to revile the baby jesus loves the company Must have lost my mind when i lost the car keys on my way out strange how you're not with me Where has my head gone? Where do you hole up to mutilate the day from me? Where has my head gone? Well I felt it slip away Best to defile best to stay sleeping in a while i will awake to be a ha
he way you scream when you lovin meBest to smile best to squeal for daddy best to revile the baby jesus loves the company Must have lost my mind when i lost the car keys on my way out strange how you're not with me Where has my head gone? Where do you hole up to mutilate the day from me? Where has my head gone? Well I felt it slip away Best to defile best to stay sleeping in a while i will awake to be a ha
I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?
[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo] *
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you girl
* 'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points
[2Pac]
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back
with the bed ringin (haha)
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin in tha mo'nin
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold
Groveley Road Lyrics
George, he called to say that he'd be late; / there's something on the TV around eight. / If you could see me, / and if you could see me, ooh, / and if you could see me, ooh. / Talk to you at night when you're asleep. / I say I deserve / better than this. / If you could see me, / and if you could see me, ooh, / and if you could see me, ooh. / Spring-time came, George
do it real nice - that's if it feel rightGeorge, he called to say that he'd be late; / there's something on the TV around eight. / If you could see me, / and if you could see me, ooh, / and if you could see me, ooh. / Talk to you at night when you're asleep. / I say I deserve / better than this. / If you could see me, / and if you could see me, ooh, / and if you could see me, ooh. / Spring-time came, George
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me
Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble
In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it?
Oooh I'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
how long will it take to cum, havin fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
to get sexed by a nigga i
Greenville Lyrics
written by Lucinda Williams Richard Price guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller mando guitar/acoustic guitar Emmylou Harris harmony vocals Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand Cause you don't really love me you're not my man You're not my man oh you're not my man Go back to Greenville jus
n the best waywritten by Lucinda Williams Richard Price guitar John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Charlie Sexton guitar Roy Bittan accordion Buddy Miller mando guitar/acoustic guitar Emmylou Harris harmony vocals Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand Cause you don't really love me you're not my man You're not my man oh you're not my man Go back to Greenville jus
Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you
[Chorus] - 2x
[2Pac]
I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair
and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?
Bitch, no mercy
What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked
Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha