2pac Po Nigga Blues (scott Storch Remix) Lyrics

Po Nigga Blues (scott Storch Remix) Lyrics

Scott Storch



Hey, why'd you slang crack?

I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent



Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me

You claimin' I'ma criminal when you the one that made me

They got me trapped in this slavery

Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave, G

I told Sam, he could fuck the war

And got a busted jaw for sayin', "Fuck the law"

And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record

What's a nigga gotta do to get respected?



Sometimes I think I'm getting tested

And if I don't say, "Yes" a nigga quick to get arrested

That's the reason I stay zestin'

I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless

Walkin' 'round ready to light shit up

And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts

Buck, buck is the sound as I move up

Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust



They make a nigga be a killer

I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see who's realer

Now them same motherfuckas wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes

There's no other destiny to choose

I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po nigga blues



Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent



Pappa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do

My little boy gotta eat too

So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like Rocafella

And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war

But I ain't old enough to drink

Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you're hooked on my

'I don't give a fuck look



Makin' rules, I'ma break 'em, no matter how much you make 'em

You show me bacon, I'ma take 'em

So don't you ever tempt me, I'm a fool for mine, nigga

And my pockets stay empty

To my brother in the barrio

You're livin' worse then the niggas in ghetto so

I give a fuck about your language or complexion

You got love for the niggas in my section



You got problems with the punk police

Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me

We ain't free, I'll be damned if I played a chip

For a blond haired, blue eyed Caucasian bitch

Down with my home boy, rich

Fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch

And a nigga with a cellular phone

Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone

And you wonder why we blazin' niggas

'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas

And they damned to be fuck ups too

Drink 40s of brew, singin' the nigga blues



Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen



Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen



Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Why'd you slang crack?

'Cause I had to

Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen



Yeah

Oo yeah

Oo yeah

Aye, no