2Pac - New Times Lyrics

i see no changes all i see is pasty faces
man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces
im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho' cus ive see them races
theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces
its f*cking bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows
so now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will
its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still
i got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool
im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in
and squirt ketchup in the womens violin
i got all them men looking at me and i love dre's ass in my ninety four spicey
dre is me real nigga and i love him for so' i love the way he plays Triple A's
he plays them most ways

shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
(x2)

you got your mags in da shop win-dow's
there shit and you like my co-trin-bow's
double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell
sun shine in cali while im in the police cell
but now im out on bail and all is well
i sit down at the table and i pray
before dinner my kidz will say
"daddy i f*cking hate you"
and ill get my ninety four spicey
and shot em up niceley
so u niggas got a problem with this song
go f*ck your self without a condom on (bitch)

what you on?
who ya f*cking with?
Ya got it all wrong?
And as yo' going down...
You put your hands on the floor so your upside down.

shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
(repeat to fade)-acap