뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
2Pac
2Pac
보컬
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
보컬
DeBarge
DeBarge
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
작곡 및 작사
2Pac
2Pac
작사가 겸 작곡가
Delmar Arnaud
Delmar Arnaud
작사가 겸 작곡가
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Dave Aron
Dave Aron
엔지니어
Alvin McGill
Alvin McGill
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Carlos Warlick
Carlos Warlick
믹싱 엔지니어
David Blake
David Blake
믹싱 엔지니어
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
마스터링 엔지니어
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
프로듀서

가사

[Intro]
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all **** to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm with ya
I ain't mad at ya
Got nothin' but love for ya
Do your thing, boy
[Intro]
Yeah
All the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all
Know what I mean?
'Cause I ain't mad at ya
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, ****, 'cause I ain't mad at ya
[Verse 1]
Now we was once two **** of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
Remember when you had a Jheri curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, with ya Glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect-calls to the crib sayin' how you've changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker
That go toe-to-toe
When it's time to roll, you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at ya
You tryin' hard to maintain
Then go ahead, 'cause I ain't mad at ya (I ain't mad at ya)
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at ya (I ain't mad at ya)
I ain't mad at ya
[Verse 2]
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we'd learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked upstate
I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama, I ain't happy here
I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at ya
'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at ya
[Chorus]
(I ain't mad at ya) I ain't mad at ya
(I ain't mad at ya) A true down-ass bitch
And I ain't mad at ya
[Verse 3]
Well, guess who's movin' up? This ****'s ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody **** to the big man on the block
He's Mister Local Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's
Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our ****, but you made it
So the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb
Hopin' we make it to the better days
'Cause crime pays
And in time you find a rhyme ablaze
You'll feel the fire from the **** in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Till God return me to my essence
'Cause even as an adolescent
I refused to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at ya
You **** just don't know, but I ain't mad at ya
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at ya (Nah, I ain't mad at ya)
I ain't mad at ya (Hell, nah, I ain't mad at ya)
I ain't mad at ya (And I ain't mad at ya)
I ain't mad at ya (I ain't mad at ya)
I ain't mad at ya, no
I ain't mad at ya
Written by: 2Pac, D. Arnaud, D. Stewart, Danny Boy Stewart, Etterlene Jordan
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