2Pac Ratha Be Ya Nigga Lyrics

New Kidz on the Block Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 8 More Miles
  • 3 Bei Nacht (Shangoe remix)
  • 4 Realest Killaz
  • 5 Represent
  • 6 Damn!
  • 7 I Don’t Give a Fuck
  • 8 Nur ein Toy
  • 9 Snake (DJ Devin remix)
  • 10 Right Thurr
  • 11 Alles ist gut
  • 12 Im Hood
  • 13 What’s Really Good?
  • 14 Ground Zero
  • 15 Mein Block (Beathoavenz remix)
  • 16 Drück auf Stop
  • 17 In the Hood
  • 18 Ratha Be Ya Nigga
  • 19 Die beste Crew
  • 20 Full Effect
  • 21 Build This City
  • 22 Eine Hand wäscht die Andere
  • Pac
    Hey
    What's happenin'
    Not **********in' double are, Richie Rich
    What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
    Yeah *****, you know I'm up out this *****
    It's time for me to uh regulate
    Fo' sho', hey
    Observe
    And you ain't goin' back
    Nah nah nah, we got to show these ************s whats up though
    This is for the honeys, the super ?
    I don't want to be her man, I want to be her *****
    You feel me?
    Well let em know

    You ****in' wit' *****s that's insecure, watered down, my **** is pure
    Write down my number but don't call me til you sure
    I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
    Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
    When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now
    You straight beggin to sex me got you undressin' to test me and uh

    Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
    When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
    You want a *****, but think that you can't have a *****
    Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
    If you scared go to church, I know it hurts
    To find out me and your man be sharin' skirts

    I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
    But your body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
    After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
    Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
    Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate
    Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
    You might think you're happy with him
    But that's a lie, so give this Thug a try
    I'd rather be ya *****

    [Chorus: x2]
    I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
    So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
    It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life
    Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

    Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
    My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions
    I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin', come get a taste
    Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin', erotic ****in'
    My up and down with no interruptions
    Have no intentions of bustin' until you learn ya lesson
    Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
    And plenty cash, to help a ***** get the ***

    You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab
    Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
    And I'm a listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay
    Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
    I'll be your *****, as long as we can understand
    That I's the ***** whose spoke coke can be the man
    He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind
    And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines

    [Chorus]

    Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked
    Totally sweatin', let's see how hot I can make it
    Tongue kissin' til yo' head swang, I'm so into you
    Witness a ***** make the bed bang
    If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out
    Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
    Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
    A boss playa, freaky ************, can I ****

    Uh, it's on and poppin', now you seed what I was seein'
    Why yo' eyes rollin', Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin'
    Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
    While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the ****
    Hold da boots, and let da ***** execute
    And though you got it right, I'm goin' home tonight

    You say you don't need a man, but I don't care
    You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya *****

    [Chorus: x2]

    Written by: Doug Rasheed, Gary Cooper, George Clinton Jr., Tupac Shakur, William Bootsy Collins
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING

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