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

Them girls be like, them girls be like Oh hey hey that's what we be like (That's what we be like yeah) (Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care) If you ever been around then you'll hear us Talkin' all that crazy shh like we do Do you ever post your

Oh, our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie They are already rigged to be bound for the ice All you lads of the Southern we will have you to beware She is going to the ice in the Spring of the year Laddie whack fall the laddie, laddie whack

Oh, you're my kingdom come So sit me on your throne A love so deep, nothing else like it Scars go deep, but they can't find it Flame so bright make the daylight look dark Cross my heart, that I'll die for you Cross my heart, that I'll always keep you

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

She's in love Why does she stay She's so much better than me I'm so unworthy of her Oh, Why does she stay Why does she stay, why Why does she stay, hey And I don't understand She hates that I don't do dishes

I can’t drink you away All these rocks, I can’t swim out of this skin, oh baby them say I’ve tried Jack, I’ve tried Jim Now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heart break Ooh, no, tell me baby, oh yeah Now don't they make a medicine for heart

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'