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| Track 3- I ain’t mad at cha Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins fightin', playin' dozins whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails and no more smiles for a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs in my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl i'll be there so prepare to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha) Well guess who's moving up ? this niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to alot Ten Karets the spot He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot that I keep a glock beside my Haaand When will it stop ? 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent So many questions, And they ask me if i'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now ? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (and I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha nooooo I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh Track 5- Changes Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is Refrein That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is Refrein We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is Refrein Track 6-California Love Refrein California...knows how to party. California...knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton. We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! [Dre] Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty. And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin'-machines servin' fiends. I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace. It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a. Refrein Refrein2 Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it mama! Shake it Cali! Shake it shake it baby! Shake it shake it shake it shake it... [Tupac] Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin' Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'. Fiendin' for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa' where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die. In L.A. we wearin' chucks not Ballies. (yea, that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin' but have caution we can lie with other crews. Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rose grands Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man. Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay area in bag down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! Refrein [dre] now make it shake... Refrein2 [Dre] uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko [Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good [Tupac] even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah [Tupac] Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side [Dre] yeah, That's right west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love Track 10- Dear mama When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school scared ta go home I was a fool with the big boyz Breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's The same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama. I reminisce on the stress I caused It was hell, huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary Heeey! I see the penitentiary! One day, runnin' from the police... That's right mama cacthed me, Put a whoopin' to my back side And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama. I finally understand, for a woman it ain't easy Tryin' ta raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare tell me how ya did it? Refrein There's no way I can pay ya back, But the plan is ta show ya that I understand You are appreciated. (Lady, don't cha know what love is?) Dear mama. (Sweet lady, place no one above ya) You are appreciated. (Sweet lady, don't cha know what love is?) Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was looking for a father he was gone I hung around with the thugs And even tho they sold drugs They showed a young brother love... I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent is due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to ya 'Cause when I was low you was there for me Ya never left alone 'cause you cared for me And I could see you comin' home after workin' late Ya in the kitchen tryin' ta fix us a hot plate Ya just workin' with the scraps you was given And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin' But now the road got rough, you're alone Tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own Refrein Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause thru the dram I can always depend On my Mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can git me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things You did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things ya did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that cha gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night There's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on Refrein |
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