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Karaoké I Ain't Mad at Cha - 2Pac & Danny Boy

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de I Ain't Mad at Cha rendu célèbre par 2Pac
feat. Danny Boy

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Tempo identique à l'original : 85.097 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Dom

Durée : 04:54 - Extrait à : 01:58

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 1996
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Etterlene Jordan, Delmer Drew Arnaud, 2Pac, Danny Boy Steward

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles I Ain't Mad at Cha

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit I'm wit' ya
I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya do your thing, boy
Yeah
All the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all
Know what I mean
'Cos I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
Kickin' up dust givin' a motherfuck
Ah ah ah
Yeah niggas 'cos I ain't mad at cha
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
'Member when you had a
Jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, wit'cha Glock trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the crib sayin' how you've changed
Oh, you a Muslim now
No more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque don't wanna chase tail
It seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin'
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister but never went up in her
And I can see us after school we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe to toe when it's time to roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip 'cos I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain then go ahead
'Cos I ain't mad at cha
Uh
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
We used to be like distant cousins
Fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin' knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce
On all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we'd learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears
From her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear 'cos mama I ain't happy here
I blew trial no more smiles
For a couple years
They got me goin' mad
I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell thinkin'
Hell, I know one day
I'll be back
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'd be there so prepare to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cos you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
A true down-ass bitch and I ain't mad
Well guess who's movin' up
This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
He's Mister Local Celebrity addicted to movin' ki's
Most hated by enemies escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga
But you made it so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it
To the better days
'Cos crime pays, and in time you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop
'Till God return me to my essence
'Cos even as an adolescent
I refused to be a convalescent
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto so I ain't real now
They got so much to say but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know but I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
Hell nah
I ain't mad at cha
You know I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha

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