Crooked Nigga Too [raphael Saadiq Remix] [mix] Lyrics

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Crooked Nigga Too [raphael Saadiq Remix] [mix] Lyrics

Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Niggaz just wanna know

if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit



[2Pac]

Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true

Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through

Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed

A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip

One motherf**ker from the Underground

And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they f**k around

Yo why I got beef with police?

Ain't that a bitch that motherf**kers got a beef with me

They make it hard for me to sleep

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep

I guess it's hard for you to see

But now I'm pointin the finger at police

instead of them motherf**kers blamin me

I got the right to bear a pistol

And when the punk motherf**kers get to trippin I got shit too

And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)

But until then, I gotta do what I do

and stay a crooked nigga too



[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]

I've got to do, what I'm gon' do

I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say

I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?

I'm gon' do, what I do

I'm gon' say, what I say

I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?



[2Pac]

Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz

F**k bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers

2Pac'll spark a revolution, f**k the Constitution

I want my bucks for restitution

This time you got a bigger problem

Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem

And we ain't shootin at each other

That's my motherf**kin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
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And all the bitches from the Klan

Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and

I don't drink St. Ides (f**k that!)

Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my f**kin tec-9

They know they scared to see us sober

Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over

It's all up to you (up to you)

Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too



[Chorus]



[2Pac]

Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me

I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G

They got my homies in a jail cell

And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell

I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers

And nuttin but love for each other

So motherf**ker make a motion

I give a f**k, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

but they hate it when we pop the cops

That's when they gettin petrol

You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row

But I learn to look ahead of me

Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy

We blowin up precincts and OOOH

You can't f**k with the crew, of crooked nigga too



[Chorus]



[Raphael Saadiq]

It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

(I'm a crooked nigga too)

It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

(I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)

It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

Y'all gon' stop f**kin with me



[Chorus - repeat to fade]