All About U (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg & Dru Down) - 2Pac

Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve And you know, you better know I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard Man, I ain't fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car D O double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me? Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy Bad habits, you better kick it before it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke Fo' sho' Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Uh, huh, these niggas got you head nodding And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me Got my nigga, Snoop, he been down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in town Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness Same bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your lips Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me Keep love on the both sides, we in the church On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Now, when you see me acting up in the club (It ain't nothin') Uh, six fall up on dub's (It ain't nothin') Huh, breaking up blueberry buds (It ain't nothing) And every hood showing nothing but love (It ain't nothing) Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what millions really mean Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg King The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly Sho' and original, turn up your stereo 'Cause here we go, here we go Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing

I ain't got no time for no bitches I gotta clock my dough clownin' Hittin' switches in a green 6-4 With the drink in a on deck and the bombest indo A car full of gas and nowhere to go I gets a call on the phone - "what's happenin'?" Pimpin', chillin' with bitches drinking Silver Satin Is them bitches on deck, on deck to the fullest Gots that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em Now as I stroll and as I pass by Maxin' with my doggs feelin' dandy and high Is that looney muthafucka that they call Kurupt Ballin' out the house with some Gin in his cup Now I found myself blowin' out smoke Bombed out looney and Open up them doors let me see some of th hoez It's Kurupt and I'm liable to fuck three or four I'm hittin' hoes like I'm hittin' licks But I don't love that trick bitch 'Cause bitches gettin' niggaz dick sick I don't pay pay rent, my rent gets paid I pimp hoes like silky train On and on it goes I thought thete muthafuckas knew, but now you know Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want 1975 I was just a young pup Tryin' to learn to be a dogg But in the process steadily gettin' fucked I met this lil' sexie dame ya'll before I knew All the rules to the game It ain't no need to lie A lil' nigga like me got played, and if she left me I thought I'd die Ya'll don't ask, I don't the reason why Thought she was sent from the heavens above Ya'll it's just a bad taste of puppy love Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Sometimes I sit and think of how I used to be Before I got converted to a D-O-double G I'd like to thank that girl From way back in the days Cause if it weren't for you I wouldn't pimp this way Call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch Puppy Love, call it what you want Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love Oohhh, Love

Yeah, this is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Welcome back Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box? We came from a place where our hearts are pure People wanna know what we're marchin' for Grouped up, scooped up all my pals Flavor for days, so much style They can't even put it in a box now (wow) Stepped out, gator smile, wait a while "Excuse me, Snoopy, can we get a flick?" I ain't really trippin', go on, take that shit What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love And that's only 'cause I give love I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into Let bygones be bygones So you can be an icon like I've done Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box? Own it like I want it, that's 24-7 Me and my dawgs on the highway to Heaven Just put a Funko in 7-11 It's a trifecta, me, Jasmine, and Kevin Built a massive team that's passion themed Do it for the love, on top there's the cream I do it 'til I did that, get enough Run it up, rake enough, make enough to give back What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love And that's only 'cause I give love I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into Let bygones be bygones So you can be an icon like I've done Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound They get me all up underground, still inside the box Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box?