Текст песни Fatha Figga - 2Pac , Snoop Dogg

Hustlas, ballers, players, yeah The fatha figga It don't stop,
it don't stop It don't stop One love,
one love I was raised in the inner city by ballers with
diamonds Climbin' the Benzes, rollin' Philles, we younger minors
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin' off the hook from cousin,
let me sport his gold And I was told to put it down and keep it real
Like 3 time crazy young player about the scrill In this California
lifestyle that I live Them playas is
havin' money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the wanted, didn't have time to ask '
Cuz I'm 'bout it, 'bout it like the TRU One love to real hustlers,
straight dollars for two Gangstas,
ballers and hustlers too Baby youngsters wanna be like you You're the
fatha figure of today We need to find a better way We at the after
party chillin' 'cuz we ain't no punks Some cats is in the back with
Macks and gold fronts With sacks they post up,
you know we be watchin' Thinkin' they got it crankin',
playa we got it poppin' Now bitin' over
dirty work, that ain't cool With cats in drop '
Vettes in mobs and old schools We rob
them old fools, won't you amount your scratch?
Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped,
ya know Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around,
we hold it down It's the super duper, yes,
the Snoop-a Comin' through,
in all gray and blue Kickin' the game to the
playas from the bay All over the world and out the U.
K Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G '
Cuz I'm what they love, you see I'll break 'em,
shake 'em and I make 'em and I take 'em To the whale,
leave 'em in a spell And I got a little story to tell For all my
homies that's locked up in jail I
kick it to ya give it to ya for real '
Cuz I know y'all dealin' with the reals every day and To get killed
ain't nothin' to laugh about But some niggas goin' out so sideways
Make me wanna get me a bulletproof Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled My niggas gon' ride forever and
that's real Ain't no stoppin',
we ain't coppin' no pleas We spit game for all the real G's Feel up
the they love to have it They love to take it to the dome,
yeah it's on Meanwhile back in the lab Paper was gettin' stacked,
hatas was gettin' mad Confidential information exchanged up on the
regular One dead head,
two steps a my competitor Catch 'em slippin' 'cuz they just been
bought Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault Well,
let me open up this bundle of money,
each off a half Pullin' capers with cousin Snoop,
Kurrupt and young Daz In for the cash, man,
this gang is thick If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have 'em shook The four O crook didn't leave a clue Snoop D-O
double G tell 'em what you gon' do I'll
keep doin' what I'm gon' do With my nigga J.
T.
the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga Representin' Frisco,
in case you didn't know We blow by like Jerry Rice Come back with
styles that are oh so nice Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC You
gots to have cash to make it these days You could make it at least a
hundred different ways I go the man and I get a 8 track Make me a
beat, smoke me a sack Roll up some fat ass,
uh uh uh Blaze with my homies and it's on like that y'all Yeah, yeah,
it don't stop Yeah, yeah, it don't stop, like that Yeah,
it don't stop, like that One love Gangstas,
ballers and hustlers too Baby youngsters wanna be like you You're the
fatha figure of today We need to find a better way Gangstas,
ballers and hustlers too Baby youngsters wanna be like you You're the
fatha figure of today We need to find a better way Hustlers,
ballers and gangstas too Baby youngsters wanna be like you You're the
fatha figures of today We need to
find a better way Gangsters, ballers