Po Nigga Blues Songtext
von 2Pac feat. Ronald Isley

(Scott, Storch) hey!

Why′d you slang -? I had to
Why'd you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A - gotta pay the - rent

Crazy, I gotta work with whatchu gave me
You claimin′ I′m a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin′ for my grave G
I told Sam he could - the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' - the law (no, no, no, no, no, no)
And if you wonder why I′m mad check the record
What's a - gotta do to get respected?


Sometimes I think I′m gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes, a - quick to get arrested
That′s the reason I stay -
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin′ restless
Walkin' around, ready to -
But since my life is -, some say I′m slightly nuts
- Is the sound as I move up
Other - pay attention when a fool -, huh

They make a - be a -, I used to be a -
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same mother- wanna - me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I′m doin' what I do
And don′t say - until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin' left to lose, so I'm singin′ - blues

Why′d you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why′d you slang -? 'Cause I had to (no, no, no, no)
Why′d you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A - gotta pay the - rent


Poppa need brand-new shoes, but what the - can a - do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller? (Well, well, well)
And did you ever stop to think
I′m old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my "I don′t give a fuck" look

Make your rules, I′ma break 'em
No matter how much you make ′em, you show me bacon I'ma take ′em
So don't you ever tempt me
I′m a fool for mine - and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin' worse than the - in the ghetto so -
I give a - about your language or complexion
You got love from the - in my section

You got problems with the punk police?
Don′t run from the chumps, get the - from me (well, well, well)
We ain′t free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Caucasian -
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
- A snitch and a groupie-ass -
And the - with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and-, huh

And you wonder why we -
′Cause you punks havin' babies can′t raise the -
And they bound to be - too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh, singin′ blues

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why′d you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Now I'm headin′ for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why′d you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Now I'm headin′ for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? ′Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I′m headin′ for the mother- pen

Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Hey!
You know