Listen to 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (feat. Snoop Dogg) by 2Pac

2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (feat. Snoop Dogg)

2Pac

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Grandmaster Flash
Grandmaster Flash
Sampled Artist
Intelligent Hoodlum
Intelligent Hoodlum
Sampled Artist
M.C. Frosty & Lovin C
M.C. Frosty & Lovin C
Sampled Artist
The Furious Five
The Furious Five
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Delmar Arnaud
Delmar Arnaud
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dat Nigga Daz
Dat Nigga Daz
Producer
Dave Aron
Dave Aron
Engineer
Alvin McGill
Alvin McGill
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Blake
David Blake
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Up out of there, ha-ha-ha-ha Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (pump that up G) (Why you actin' up like this) ahh shit, you done fucked up now (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) you done put two of America's Most wanted in the same motherfucken place at the same (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) motherfucken time, ha-ha-ha-ha Y'all niggaz about to feel this Break out the champagne glasses (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) And the motherfuckin condoms (play that one on us, alright) (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intentions to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homie You, is a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sure nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases (hmm) Bitches get ready for the throw-down, the shit's about to go down Me and Snoop about to clown (ha-ha) I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin' Niggaz be actin' like we savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nothin' but love, for my niggaz livin' lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And I, think I got a black Beamer But my dream is to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Hmm, it feel good to you baby bubba You see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as we ride Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous Niggaz been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin' these, motherfuckin G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz most wanted (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what? There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs (Ha-ha right) you thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like 'cause, blood, gang-bangin' Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin' You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl You doin' your job, every day And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn grey Let me tell you about life, and 'kbout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day They wonder how I lived, with five shots Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (nothin' but a gangsta party) (It ain't nothin' but a motherfucken gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (bitch) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (yeah bitch ha-ha-ha) Death Row (Death Row)
Writer(s): Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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