[Pre-Recorded Audio: 2Pac]
Change? Shit
I guess change is good for any of us
[Intro]
(C'mon) Yeah!
(It's all about you, one time)
Where my ladies at? Where my ladies?
It's all about you
(Turn it up, turn it up)
Turn that shit up man!
(Fuck that shit!)
Not the mic!
[Verse 1]
You probably crooked as the last trick
Want to laugh 'bout how I got my ass
Caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinkin' I had her, but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck, I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love
In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla, but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me
Fresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity
Well that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it
Fantasies of us kissin', can I kick it?
Addicted to the things you do
But still true what I'm sayin', boo, ‘cause this is all about you
Change? Shit
I guess change is good for any of us
[Intro]
(C'mon) Yeah!
(It's all about you, one time)
Where my ladies at? Where my ladies?
It's all about you
(Turn it up, turn it up)
Turn that shit up man!
(Fuck that shit!)
Not the mic!
[Verse 1]
You probably crooked as the last trick
Want to laugh 'bout how I got my ass
Caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinkin' I had her, but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck, I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love
In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla, but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me
Fresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity
Well that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it
Fantasies of us kissin', can I kick it?
Addicted to the things you do
But still true what I'm sayin', boo, ‘cause this is all about you
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