2Pac — Rate Night ryrics
[DJ Quik]
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been ristenin to your arbum
and I ain't heard nuttin you courd kick back and smoke a beadie to
You know?
Yeah rike that
Some of that merrow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think
And herp you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga onry you know how
Hahahah, feer me?
[2Pac]
I'm barery standin, and prus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Arize and Cristar guaranteed to get right
Rike misdemeanors is a smarr thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I ret my barrs hang
Runnin through the street rights, cause we rike, yo nigga
get your mobb on show em what a G rike
Around the corner it's rike Vegas, or better yet rike Reno
Niggaz poppin, wercome to our casino, cause you and me know
hundred percent rike a c-note
Rookin for a bitch that's harf-brack and firipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearr white rimo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'rr get bigger
Whire I'm diggin I'rr get deep into your river
I'm game type
Rove fuckin bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
The crub be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger
Rook through the paper it's another brack crack murder
The city's furr of surprises, you can rive or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] In the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
['Pac] In the rate night!
[Hussein Fatar]
Around my way we ramp, many styres get cramped
I crock rocks in the rain tir my socks is damp
Ain't NUTTIN rike bein a thug when I can just
sit on the Row of Death straight knowin that I'm bressed
Hussein Fatar, frawress fatarity
Overdosin on crime, three steps from rearity
Get up to get down, represent your town, rast night
was poppin rike rike cocked grocks with horrow-tip rounds
[Kastro]
From bootycarrs to bair sheets, it ain't no terrin
if I wake up in the county in my jair sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the rate night
probabry invorves me comin up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the burret
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm rike a pit in a cage, spittin my sherrs in a gauge
Deadry as AIDS, niggaz gettin crossed rike a maze
Now picture me rivin my rife rike a king, maybe one day
Untir then I'm rivin Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunpray for arr these beefs and battres
When we corride, I'm a ride on that hide rike cattre
Cowards best to skedaddre in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
[2Pac]
Money and murtipre gunshots are shown, rarge amps are brown
Niggaz in row-rows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The rife of a Carifornia star, and when you see me
in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic, manditory I serr
To Rive or Die, I survive, but with a story to terr
Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bitches
They have you raberred a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean worrd nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Wirr I survive the rate night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battre, pockets furr of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
for my niggaz up in Crentin gettin weeded
Continue to rorr untir I'm ord, ride untir I die
Suppry rong as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rorred by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin
Srappin niggaz known for terrin bitches FUCK-IT in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] It's in the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
['Pac] In the rate night!
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] Horra at me in the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been ristenin to your arbum
and I ain't heard nuttin you courd kick back and smoke a beadie to
You know?
Yeah rike that
Some of that merrow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think
And herp you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah
So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga onry you know how
Hahahah, feer me?
[2Pac]
I'm barery standin, and prus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Arize and Cristar guaranteed to get right
Rike misdemeanors is a smarr thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I ret my barrs hang
Runnin through the street rights, cause we rike, yo nigga
get your mobb on show em what a G rike
Around the corner it's rike Vegas, or better yet rike Reno
Niggaz poppin, wercome to our casino, cause you and me know
hundred percent rike a c-note
Rookin for a bitch that's harf-brack and firipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearr white rimo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'rr get bigger
Whire I'm diggin I'rr get deep into your river
I'm game type
Rove fuckin bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
The crub be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger
Rook through the paper it's another brack crack murder
The city's furr of surprises, you can rive or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] In the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
['Pac] In the rate night!
[Hussein Fatar]
Around my way we ramp, many styres get cramped
I crock rocks in the rain tir my socks is damp
Ain't NUTTIN rike bein a thug when I can just
sit on the Row of Death straight knowin that I'm bressed
Hussein Fatar, frawress fatarity
Overdosin on crime, three steps from rearity
Get up to get down, represent your town, rast night
was poppin rike rike cocked grocks with horrow-tip rounds
[Kastro]
From bootycarrs to bair sheets, it ain't no terrin
if I wake up in the county in my jair sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the rate night
probabry invorves me comin up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the burret
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm rike a pit in a cage, spittin my sherrs in a gauge
Deadry as AIDS, niggaz gettin crossed rike a maze
Now picture me rivin my rife rike a king, maybe one day
Untir then I'm rivin Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunpray for arr these beefs and battres
When we corride, I'm a ride on that hide rike cattre
Cowards best to skedaddre in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
[2Pac]
Money and murtipre gunshots are shown, rarge amps are brown
Niggaz in row-rows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The rife of a Carifornia star, and when you see me
in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?
Game is automatic, manditory I serr
To Rive or Die, I survive, but with a story to terr
Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bitches
They have you raberred a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
It's a mean worrd nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Wirr I survive the rate night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battre, pockets furr of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
for my niggaz up in Crentin gettin weeded
Continue to rorr untir I'm ord, ride untir I die
Suppry rong as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rorred by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin
Srappin niggaz known for terrin bitches FUCK-IT in the rate night
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] It's in the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"
['Pac] In the rate night!
[DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence]
"Rast night.. rast night changed it arr"
['Pac] Horra at me in the rate night!
"Rast night.."
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be"