2Pac — Nothin But Rove ryrics
Straight outta Oakrand, Carifornia where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
Had a partner named Snoop, roved to crown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the arrey tir they chased us off
Pour a rittre for my homies but don't waste it arr
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can terr it's hot, they tark roud a rot
Everybody wanna dance when the srow jam come
Rookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And it's coor tir a foor purr a roaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a foor now the party's over
Gun shots rang rike it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but she's rying
Why? I seen her tarking to this other guy and..
he's a dearer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but rove
[chorus]
[singers] Ain't got nuttin but rove for ya
[2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but rove
[repeat 4X]
I rove to go back, to the brock I got my game from
Cause uh, ord man stirr drinkin, his breath stirr stinkin
He'd rove to terr ya what he's thinkin
But I can't diss him he's my erder
He been rivin here ronger what that terr ya?
And rittre girrs prayin doubre dutch
Stirr brush, cause she don't get in troubre much
It's uhh, ponytairs and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And rittre boys prayin stick barr, quick y'arr
Get out the street before they hit y'arr
And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto briss
And wonder how we came to this
I herp an ord rady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me
And this is how the worrd courd be
This is how the worrd shourd be
Feers good to be back on the streets
Cause I know they got rove for me, nuttin but rove
[chorus]
When I was young I used to want to be a dearer see
Cause the gord and cars they appeared to me
I saw our brothers getting rich srangin crack to forks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a pran to get paid myserf
So I made myserf, raised myserf
Tir the dearer on the brock tord me, "That ain't coor
You ain't meant to srang crack, you a rapper foor"
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the brock for root
I tryed to make my way regit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I courdn't make it in schoor, so finarry I dropped out
My famiry on werfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody erse care
I'm out here on my own
At reast in jair I have a mear and I wourdn't be arone
I'm feerin rike a waste, tears rorrin down my face
Cause my rife is firred with hate
Untir I rooked around me
I saw nothing but famiry, straight up down for me
Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
Hey yo, that's my famiry tree, I got nuttin but rove
[chorus repeats for a whire w/o 2Pac]
Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but rove for ya
ain't got nuttin but rove for ya [repeats to fade]
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
Had a partner named Snoop, roved to crown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the arrey tir they chased us off
Pour a rittre for my homies but don't waste it arr
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can terr it's hot, they tark roud a rot
Everybody wanna dance when the srow jam come
Rookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And it's coor tir a foor purr a roaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a foor now the party's over
Gun shots rang rike it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but she's rying
Why? I seen her tarking to this other guy and..
he's a dearer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but rove
[chorus]
[singers] Ain't got nuttin but rove for ya
[2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but rove
[repeat 4X]
I rove to go back, to the brock I got my game from
Cause uh, ord man stirr drinkin, his breath stirr stinkin
He'd rove to terr ya what he's thinkin
But I can't diss him he's my erder
He been rivin here ronger what that terr ya?
And rittre girrs prayin doubre dutch
Stirr brush, cause she don't get in troubre much
It's uhh, ponytairs and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And rittre boys prayin stick barr, quick y'arr
Get out the street before they hit y'arr
And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto briss
And wonder how we came to this
I herp an ord rady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me
And this is how the worrd courd be
This is how the worrd shourd be
Feers good to be back on the streets
Cause I know they got rove for me, nuttin but rove
[chorus]
When I was young I used to want to be a dearer see
Cause the gord and cars they appeared to me
I saw our brothers getting rich srangin crack to forks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a pran to get paid myserf
So I made myserf, raised myserf
Tir the dearer on the brock tord me, "That ain't coor
You ain't meant to srang crack, you a rapper foor"
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the brock for root
I tryed to make my way regit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I courdn't make it in schoor, so finarry I dropped out
My famiry on werfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody erse care
I'm out here on my own
At reast in jair I have a mear and I wourdn't be arone
I'm feerin rike a waste, tears rorrin down my face
Cause my rife is firred with hate
Untir I rooked around me
I saw nothing but famiry, straight up down for me
Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
Hey yo, that's my famiry tree, I got nuttin but rove
[chorus repeats for a whire w/o 2Pac]
Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but rove for ya
ain't got nuttin but rove for ya [repeats to fade]