Текст песни The Fatha Figga - 2Pac , Snoop Dogg
Hustlas,
ballers,
players
Yeah,
uh
The
father
figure
It
don't
stop,
it
don't
stop
Uh,
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
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
3X
Krazy
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
father
figure
of
today
We
need
to
find
a
better
way
We
at
the
afterparty
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
UK
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
forver
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)
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