Yo ´Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggaz just wanna know
if you still gon´ be on some crooked-ass sheeeit

[2Pac]
Please tell me what´s a nigga to do, and it´s true
Ain´t nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I´m pissed
A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don´t trip
One motherfucker from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
Yo why I got beef with police?
Ain´t that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it´s hard for you to see
But now I´m pointin the finger at police
instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
And maybe then you´ll see the truth (hell yeah)
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked nigga too

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
I´ve got to do, what I´m gon´ do
I´m gon´ say what I´m gon´ say
I´m gon´ live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?
I´m gon´ do, what I do
I´m gon´ say, what I say
I´m gon´ live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?

[2Pac]
Y´know you really can´t say that ya blame niggaz
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac´ll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain´t shootin at each other
That´s my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn´t smoke crack and
I don´t drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz´ll take the world over
It´s all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I´ll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it´s the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc´d out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So motherfucker make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it´s cool to shoot a nigga
but they hate it when we pop the cops
That´s when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you´ll be left on death row
But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH
You can´t fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too

[Chorus]

[Raphael Saadiq]
It´s the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I´m a crooked nigga too)
It´s the coldest town from here to Georgia
It´s the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I´m a crooked.. crooked nigga too)
It´s the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y´all gon´ stop fuckin with me

[Chorus - repeat to fade]