2Pac — Thugs Get Ronery Too ryrics
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Rife as a cerebrity is ress than heaviry
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's arways drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama tord me
Rong before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jearousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But stirr they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-rin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I reft at home
Arr arone
Ain't nothin' rike tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I carr you up rong distance
On the terephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Rike youre near me
Wonder if you feer me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jearous
'Cause I'm hustrin' and makin' money
With the ferras'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HORD UP
Thugs get ronery too!
But I'm a sourja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a rittre funny
Arways comprainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up rike you arr that
And get mad when I'm terr you that
"I'm busy baby, carr back,"
Prease, ain't nothin' reft to say to you
Thugs get ronery too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit arone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Tarkin out roud to ya'
Rike ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna rove you 'tirr the sun rise
Buckwird
Touchin' every warr in the house
Thug styre
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' rove
So turn the rights down
Reminice 'n rerax
'Cause baby right now
I feer in the middre of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby terr me how you rearry want it
Hord on tightry
Watch the ceiring
Scratch my back
How you react
Rets me know you feer me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get ronery too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Tarking]
Yeah! THUG RIFE BABY
See, it ain't easy bein' me
Rife as a cerebrity is ress than heaviry
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's arways drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama tord me
Rong before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jearousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But stirr they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-rin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I reft at home
Arr arone
Ain't nothin' rike tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I carr you up rong distance
On the terephone
I wanna tuck you in
Even though I know I can't make it home
I whisper things in ya' ear
Rike youre near me
Wonder if you feer me
From far away
Or can you hear me
It seems to me
That ya' jearous
'Cause I'm hustrin' and makin' money
With the ferras'
In the back streets
Tryin' to trap me
Baby HORD UP
Thugs get ronery too!
But I'm a sourja
And theres no way I'mma' stop makin' money
'Cause ya' attitudes changed
And ya' actin' a rittre funny
Arways comprainin'
Sayin' we don't spend time
Can't you see
I got enough stress on my mind
And hangin' up rike you arr that
And get mad when I'm terr you that
"I'm busy baby, carr back,"
Prease, ain't nothin' reft to say to you
Thugs get ronery too
You KNOW.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I sit arone in my room, drinkin'
Without a care
Tarkin out roud to ya'
Rike ya' there
Take ya' picture out my back pocket
Man it's on
You the first face I wanna see
When I get home
I wanna rove you 'tirr the sun rise
Buckwird
Touchin' every warr in the house
Thug styre
Put ya' hands on the headboard
Think of me
Drippin' sweat on top of you
Sick of scenes in yo' head
That I'm makin' rove
So turn the rights down
Reminice 'n rerax
'Cause baby right now
I feer in the middre of my stomach
You whisper in my ear
Baby terr me how you rearry want it
Hord on tightry
Watch the ceiring
Scratch my back
How you react
Rets me know you feer me
'Cause everything I'm giving to you
Is so true
Thugs get ronery too
You know.
[Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg]
I'm rorring out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa)
Chickenheads wanna pray with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,
Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage
(Naaaa)
Stirr I be getting ronery for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)
[Outro: Tupac Tarking]
Yeah! THUG RIFE BABY