Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (Only real niggas stay on top) Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh! They ain't ready for this

There was no one nothing to see The night is useless and so are we Cause everybody knows The fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams And I've been lookin' for a good time But the pleasures are seldom and few There's no whiskey there's no wine Just

We're alone now So show me where you fit I'll wait, so show me why you're strong Ignore everybody else, Suddenly I'm hip Is this darkness of the dawn And your friends are gone When you friends won't come You're on your own, in a world you've grown

Why I sing the blues And everybody wanna know Why I'm singing the blues I've been around a long time Well, I've been around a long time Everybody wanna know I say I've been around a long time I've really, really paid my dues Everybody wants to know

Heads up for the light Where we never die Under the moonlight We start to unfight Heads up for this time Where fear's not a leader Where open mind is stronger Life is for lovers Let's see for everybody now

Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

My baby loves me Runnin' 'round town tellin' everybody Now that it's over I just wanna break your heart right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back

Pink (hot) pink (hot) Everybody knows Ha ha ha hot pink Push, push, work it out You, I like the way you pink it Never stop it girl, work it out 그걸 왜 자꾸 너만 몰라 내가 바로 그 유명한

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)