I Ain't Mad At Cha

I Ain't Mad At Cha


作詞 Tupac Shakur/D. Arnaud/D. Stewart/E. Jordan

作曲 Tupac Shakur/D. Arnaud/D. Stewart/E. Jordan



專輯:The Best Of 2 Pac - Pt. 1:Thug歌曲:I Ain't Mad At Cha作曲:Delmer Drew Arnaud、Tupac Shakur、Danny Boy Stewart、Etterlene JordanChange, shitI guess change is good for any of usWhatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hoodShit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at chaGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boyYeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a whileI'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?'Cause I ain't mad at chaHeard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dustGivin' a motherfucker,Yeah, niggas, mad at cha'Cause I ain't mad at chaNow we was once two niggas of the same kindQuick to holla at a hoochie with the same lineYou was just a little smaller but you still rolledGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swollMember when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learnOn the block, witcha glock, trippin off shermCollect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changedOh you a Muslim now, no more dope gameHeard you might be comin' home, just got bailWanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tailI seems I lost my little homie he's a changed manHit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game planWhen I talk about money all you see is the struggleWhen I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's troubleCongratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife knowShe got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'I know we grew apart, you probably don't rememberI used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in herAnd I can see us after school, we'd bomb!On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit onNow the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick itGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with itHmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker badGo toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backAnd I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at chaYou tryin' hard to maintain, then go head'Cause I ain't mad at cha(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at chaWe used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozensWhole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn'tUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairsI'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we sharedBesides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mindIn time we learned to live a life of crimeRewind us back, to a time was much too young to knowI caught a felony lovin the way the guns blowAnd even though we separated, you said that you'd waitDon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up stateI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyesSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrivedDon't shed a tear, 'cause Mama I ain't happy hereI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple yearsThey got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backsIn my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"As soon as I touch downI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked downThe homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at chaI ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha (A true down ass bitch, afund I ain't mad at cha)Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin' nowBitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' downHe went from nothin' to lots, ten carots to rockWent from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the blockHe's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a keyMost hated by enemy, escape in the luxurySee, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is madeNow we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger daysSo full of pain while the weapons blazeGettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days'Cause crime pays, and in time,You'll find a rhyme'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger daysSo many changed on me, so many tried to plotThat I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?Til God return me to my essence'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescentSo many questions, and they ask me if I'm still downI moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at chaYou niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at chaI ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at chaI ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha, noI ain't mad at cha


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