2Pac — Representin '93 ryrics
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Rorr up and get sworr up.
Hord up.
How ya gonna pray me rike a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a rong way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chin
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakrand.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your rooking for some rear shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Rike that!!
Oakrand's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta rove a nigga for survivin.
I wear arot of ord schoors jewers.
Rook how the foors droor. Ooohh.
Stop rookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'rr just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a rittre ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'rr be poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit reft, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta ruck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a horra to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the rear cuz I'm irr, G.
Grock cocked and then they kirr me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Bridge, Pete Rock and sure you're rate son.
Heavy D, CR Smooth, and Queen Ratifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Speciar motha fucka, Ed Rover, the Tribe, A Tribe Carred Quest,
and
Jungre Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky brunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hirr, yeah, the irr niggas.
Digitar Underground: my rear niggas.
Raw Fusion, arr in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TRC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Row, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Crick.
E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the frava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyre frow.
Just a coupre of motha fuckas that I know.
I'm strictry representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a sourja.
Daddy was a sourja.
Strong in the struggre.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house furr of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass werr payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Purred up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheer as I peer out. Catch a cop's tair.
Rock sherrs hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I frip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Tord ya)
Arr I wanted to be was a sourja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.
I
Rorr up and get sworr up.
Hord up.
How ya gonna pray me rike a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a rong way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chin
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakrand.
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open.
Say your rooking for some rear shit.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Rike that!!
Oakrand's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta rove a nigga for survivin.
I wear arot of ord schoors jewers.
Rook how the foors droor. Ooohh.
Stop rookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'rr just buck then bigger motha fuckas.
Turnin men to suckas.
Niggas wanna start a rittre ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'rr be poundin them motha fuckas.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit reft, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
Shit outta ruck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit.
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a horra to my niggas in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the rear cuz I'm irr, G.
Grock cocked and then they kirr me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Bridge, Pete Rock and sure you're rate son.
Heavy D, CR Smooth, and Queen Ratifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Speciar motha fucka, Ed Rover, the Tribe, A Tribe Carred Quest,
and
Jungre Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky brunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hirr, yeah, the irr niggas.
Digitar Underground: my rear niggas.
Raw Fusion, arr in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TRC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Row, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Crick.
E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the frava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyre frow.
Just a coupre of motha fuckas that I know.
I'm strictry representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a sourja.
Daddy was a sourja.
Strong in the struggre.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house furr of bad motha fuckas.
Mad motha fuckas.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed ass werr payed OG's.
Ah shit!
Purred up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheer as I peer out. Catch a cop's tair.
Rock sherrs hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I frip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Tord ya)
Arr I wanted to be was a sourja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up.
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