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Two Pounds Lyrics
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Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah 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
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
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'se 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'mma get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare 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 living lavish
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And, I think I've got a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
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 for 2 of America's 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 motherfucking gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking 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, suffering is grief
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 cough blood gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
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 about life and about 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 gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying 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 trying 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
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party biatch!
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
The lyrics to Two Pounds's song II depict a gathering of gangsters, or rather, a gangsta party. The song's first verse announces the arrival of two of America's most wanted, implying that the partygoers are in for an exciting night. The remainder of the song's verses are delivered by 2Pac and Snoop Dogg, who rap about their gangsta lives, aspirations, and regrets. 2Pac, who spent much of his adult life in and out of prison, suggests that he keeps his "hand on [his] gun" and is "on the run." He also expresses his desire to get "richer" and reveals a plan to organize a "Million March for some gangsta shit." Snoop, on the other hand, boasts about his wealth, his "pit named P," his "house out in the hills right next to Chino," and his dream of owning a casino. He also acknowledges the reality of gang violence and the dangers it entails, rapping that "we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids."
The chorus to the song repeats the phrase "Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party" several times. The lyrics suggest that the party is a gathering of like-minded individuals who are proud of their gangsta lifestyle and the code of honor and respect that it entails. Overall, the song celebrates the culture and camaraderie of gangsta rap while also acknowledging its darker aspects.
Line by Line Meaning
Up out of there
We are leaving this place
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
This is just a gathering of gangsters
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You made a mistake by bringing the two most wanted criminals together
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)
You have put the two most wanted criminals in one place and we are here to party
Y'all niggas about to feel this
You are all going to feel the impact of our presence
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Get ready to celebrate with champagne and condoms
Have one on us aight (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
We are offering you a drink on us
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I can perfectly describe the situation
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
I am targeting the prostitutes with precision to make money
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homie
Snoop Dogg is my close friend
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
You are a tough guy on motorcycles
Sho' 'nuff
That's right
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I am carrying a gun because I am on the run from the police
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome
I am waiting for the verdict in the courtroom
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
I am thinking about getting 2Pac released from prison
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
But it seems like they are trying to catch me as well
So I'mma get smart and get defensive and shit
I will become smarter and defensive
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
I will organize a Million March for gangsters
So now they got us laced
Now they have evidence against us
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin' cases
Two rich criminals are caught in cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down
Get ready for a fight, it's about to happen
Me and Snoop about to clown
Snoop Dogg and I are about to play around
I'm losin' my religion
I am losing my faith in God
I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
I am very angry at informants
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
You might be experienced in this life, but you don't know the rules well
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
People are acting savagely to get money
I've got nothin' but love for my niggas living lavish
I have a deep affection for my friends living a luxurious life
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I have a pitbull named P, and she is from Nigeria
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
I have a house in the hills beside Chino
And, I think I've got a black Bimmer
And I believe I have a black BMW car
But my dream's to own a fly casino
But my ambition is to own a great casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
I want to do it like Bugsy Siegel and run it legally
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
And get picked up by the little homie in the classic car, uh
It feels good to you baby-bubba
You are going to like this, baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
This is for the gangsters and the cocaine dealers, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Now follow us while we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside
Fuck everyone else, we are the two best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
And I can make you popular
Niggas been dyin' for years so how could they blame us
People have been dying for years, so how can they hold us responsible?
I live in fear of a felony
I am scared of committing a felony
I never stop bailin' these
I never give up on my friends
Motherfuckin' G's
Gangsters
If you got it better flaunt it
If you have something good, show it off
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Another warrant for the two most wanted criminals in America
Now give me fifty feet
Get away from me
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
I am not destined to be defeated, let me go back to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
And keep whatever is left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Jealousy causes misery and suffering
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
Be prepared because I will fight back when you mess with me
I bust and flee
I will shoot and run away
"These niggas must be crazy, what?"
"These guys are crazy, what are they thinking?"
There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs
There is no mercy for people who cannot handle gangsters
You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear
You thought it was something, but it wasn't. Now go away
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
Respect me, I am the boss
It's like cough blood gang-bangin'
It's like coughing blood while gang-banging
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
Everyone at this party is selling drugs
You gotta have papers in this world
You need to have paperwork to survive in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You might get robbed for the first time before you blink
You doin' your job every day
You are doing your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
And you work so hard that your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
Let me tell you about life and how it works
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids
We live a life with guns, so we end up dying with guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
They tell me not to carry my gun
So now I gotta throw away
So now I have to get rid of it
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
Riding in a black Mercedes-Benz, trying to perform every day
They wonder how I live with five shots
They wonder how I survive after being shot five times
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
People are difficult to kill in my neighborhood
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Plans for money and related to cash
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
Connected with the drug dealers, so we succeeded
No answers to questions, I'm trying to get up on it
No answers to my questions, I am trying to understand this
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
My friend Dogg is with me, and we are always wanted by the police
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, DELMAR DREW ARNAUD, CALVIN CORDOZAR BROADUS
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