Name: I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy)
Duration: 4 min 53 s
Description: Слушайте песню I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy) - 2Pac, Danny Boy онлайн с альбома All Eyez On Me в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:53. Год выхода - 1996

All Eyez On Me

2Pac

Ambitionz Az A Ridah

Fatal

Snoop Dogg

Nate Dogg

Yaki Kadafi

All About U (ft. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Fatal, Yani Hadati)

Skandalouz (ft. Nate Dogg)

Method Man

Daz Dillinger

Kurupt

Redman

Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

K-Ci

Jojo

How Do U Want It (ft. K-Ci & JoJo)

2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

No More Pain

Heartz Of Men

Life Goes On

Rappin' 4-Tay

Only God Can Judge Me (ft. Rappin' 4-Tay)

Outlawz

Storm

C-Bo

C-PO

Tradin' War Stories (ft. C-BO, CPO, Outlawz, The Storm)

Dr. Dre

Roger

California Love (remix) (ft. Dr. Dre, Roger Troutman) - Remix

Danny Boy

I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy)

Unknown

Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood

Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while

I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?

Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still rolled

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole

'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn

On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm

Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail

Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail

I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man

Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle

When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble

Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it

Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that

Go toe-to-toe when it's time for roll, you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha

You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head

I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens

Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait

Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate

I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes

Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs

In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha

'Cause you's a down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha (a true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now

Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down

He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key

Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury

See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made

Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days

Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it, to the better days

You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?

'Cause even as a adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down

I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?

They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha

You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha (I)

I 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 cha

Слушайте песню I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy) - 2Pac, Danny Boy онлайн с альбома All Eyez On Me в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:53. Год выхода - 1996

I Ain't Mad At Cha (ft. Danny Boy)

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