Lyrical Breakdown of 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac feat. Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Eh, light that up, Snoop!

Why you actin' like that?

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

You done put two of America's most wanted

In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time?

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

Y'all niggas about to feel this

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Have one on us, a'ight?

(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

A toast to the gangsters

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture

Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer

With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie

You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun

'Cause they got me on the run

Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome

Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine

So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit

And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced

Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases

Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down

Me and Snoop about to clown

I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons

You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing

Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage

I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina

I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino

And I think I've got a black Beamer

But my dream is to own a fly casino

Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal

And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal

It feels good to you, baby-bubba

You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker

Now follow as we ride

Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside

And I can make you famous

Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us?

I live in fear of a felony

I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's

If you got it, better flaunt it

Another warrant, two of America's most wanted

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Now give me fifty feet

Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets

And keep whatever's left of me

Jealousy is misery, sufferin' is greed

Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me

I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?

There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs

You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear

Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin'

Everybody in the party doin' dope-slanging

You gotta have papers in this world

You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl

You doin' your job every day

And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray

Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is

You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids

They tell me not to roll with my Glock

So now I got a throw-away

Floatin' in the black Benz (biatch), tryin' to do a show a day

They wonder how I live with five shots

Niggas is hard to kill on my block

Schemes for currency and dough-related

Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it

No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it

My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

(Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Biatch! Where you at? Where you at?

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Yeah, Death Row