[Verse 1: 2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick Want to laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch Thinkin' I had her but she had me in the long run It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one Wise decisions, based on lies we livin' Scandalous times, this game's like my religion You could be rollin' with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love In every club I see you starin' like you want it Well baby, if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin' these walls as I pause Addicted to the fast life I try to holla but you tell me you taken Sayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin' Guess it's true what they tellin' me Fresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? Addicted to the things you do, but still true, what I'm sayin', boo Is this is all about you
[Hook: Nate Dogg] (x2) Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o No matter where I go, I see the same ho
[Verse 2: 2Pac] I make a promise if you go with me Just let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga I only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers I love niggas cause we comin' from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care Creep low, weed smoke's in the air Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes Waitin' for niggas at the end of every show I just seen you in my friend's video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through It's all about you, yeah nigga
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3]
[Hussein Fatal] Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho You think it's all about you? Well boo, I gets down like Dru And my nasty new niggas, too
[Yaki Kadafi] You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next Gold digging, cold digging a gold Rolex
[Hussein Fatal] I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me Runnin' up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the west coast to West Virginia