2pac

2pac - Picture Me Rollin’ lyrics

Yeah, clear enough for ya.

Why niggas look mad.

y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.

Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail

Old busters.

Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.

I got no love for these niggas,

There's no need to be friends.

They got me under survailance.

That's what somebody be tellin' me.

Known as don't be insulted(?).

but I ain't the one tellin'.

Don't want to be another number.

I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.

The fedarones(?) wanna see me dead.

Niggas put prices on my head.

Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.

I feed em lead.

Now on release.

How will I live?

Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?

To feed kids.

One life to live.

It's so hard to be positive

When niggas shootin at your crib.

Mama, I'm still thuggin'

The world is a war zone.

My homies is inmates

And most of them dead grown

Full grown, finally a man

Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms

Of my empty hands.

Just picture me rollin'.

Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.

My dreams is scensored.

My hopes are gone.

I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.

My nerves is wrecked.

Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.

Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.

Picture me rollin.

Can you see me now

Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture

Can you see it?

Pictue me rollin.

Yeah nigga

Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.

Guess who's back?

I got keys comin from overseas.

Cost a nigga 200 G's.

I'm a street comando.

Nino for example.

This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.

So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.

Thug granted to be a women layer

So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.

Make me wanna start bank bangin.

So I'm caught up in the game.

Let's go change.

Packin 40 glocks.

Contain or rearrange.

All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies

While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)

In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.

96 big bodies sittin on chrome

As we head up out the zone,

Stone facing is on.

Looking at mine but don't look too long.

I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.

It's hard to imagine.

Picture me rollin.

I gots to get the fuck up in.

Goin to lay a caper.

Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.

My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?

So I need to hit a lick, drastically.

I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot

And, uh, diggin in the pots.

Check in the park, Pac.

We caught em sleepin.

We didn't think you niggas creepin.

This how we do it every weekend

And I dump for madness(?)

It's time to count the profit.

CPO, we got the bomb spot.

Nigga, time to clock it.

I get the liquor and you could get the females.

This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.

Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.

I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.

Now we satisfied.

Got the pockets on swollen.

Boss hog and this Pac nigga.

Picture us rollin.

Heh, heh, heh.

Y'all ready for me?

Picture me rollin roll call.

You know there's some mother fuckers out there

I just could not forget about.

I wanna make sure they can see me.

Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,

All you bitch asses.

Can you niggas see me from there?

Ballin on all y'all punk ass.

Heh, ha ha!

Picture me rollin, baby.

Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,

I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.

That's right nigga, picture me rollin

Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney)

Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk abo

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