Po Nigga Blues [Scott Storch Remix] Lyrics By 2Pac

• Artist 2Pac
• Featured Ronald Isley
• Title Po Nigga Blues [Scott Storch Remix]
• Album Loyal to the Game

(Scott, Storch) hey!

Why'd you slang -? I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A – gotta pay the – rent

Crazy, I gotta work with whatchu gave me
You claimin' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin' for my grave G
I told Sam he could – the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' – the law (no, no, no, no, no, no)
And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a – gotta do to get respected?

Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes, a – quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay –
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walkin' around, ready to –
But since my life is -, some say I'm slightly nuts
– Is the sound as I move up
Other – pay attention when a fool -, huh

They make a – be a -, I used to be a –
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same mother- wanna – me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say – until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin' left to lose, so I'm singin' – blues

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to (no, no, no, no)
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A – gotta pay the – rent

Poppa need brand-new shoes, but what the – can a – do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller? (Well, well, well)
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my "I don't give a fuck" look

Make your rules, I'ma break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em, you show me bacon I'ma take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine – and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin' worse than the – in the ghetto so –
I give a – about your language or complexion
You got love from the – in my section

You got problems with the punk police?
Don't run from the chumps, get the – from me (well, well, well)
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Caucasian –
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
– A snitch and a groupie-ass –
And the – with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and-, huh

And you wonder why we –
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the –
And they bound to be – too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh, singin' blues

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Hey!
You know