2Pac — Picture Me Rollin Kurupt Remix

[Intro: 2Pac] Picture me rollin' (rollin', rollin', rollin') Yeah, clear enough for ya? (that right) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehe) Why niggas look mad (that right) Y'all supposed to be happy, I'm free! Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz [Verse 1: 2Pac] Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance That's what somebody be tellin' Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin' Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under The Federales wanna see me dead Niggas put prices on my head Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed 'em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin' at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just schemin' on ways To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin' Flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' And my hands is swollen Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin', picture me rollin' [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] When I'm rollin' you will know it's me Trust me, I'm cruising down the block in my Fleet Rollin' with two bros, down for the dulos This is how us gangstas roll Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') When I'm rollin', they be hating on me Hiding in the cut contemplating on me Wanting my ride, wanting my dough Test and I'll blast fa sho Forever I'm rollin' [Verse 2: Kurupt] I'm just tired of all the games, people coming in packs Just looking for a reason to try to jack I got my hand on the squeezer, Young Ebenezer I got rashes to spread, Leukemia, Emphysema Out the barrel of the .44, I'm on fire like a fever I'm a gangsta, my woman is a diva A brand new S-Class on the low we dippin' past Niggas mad at me, yeah, they hating gladly But all I want you to do is just watch me As I'm rolling by, dippin', getting high Me and Soopafly super-duper fly getting super high Ready for a ride, won't you get inside Brand new twisters on the feet with the beat Just bumping down the street with nothing but weed It's just a bomb ass day (day), but niggas still upset I don't know why, but mama just forgive me If I have to blow this thing out and then send semis up the steps I don't want to leave you alone, but see, it's me or him All I'm trying to say is it's either me or him Me, I'm trying to do what I do without seeing the pen Just rollin' (rollin', rollin') [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] When I'm rollin' you will know it's me Trust me, I'm cruising down the block in my Fleet Rollin' with two bros, down for the dulos This is how us gangstas roll Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') When I'm rollin', they be hating on me Hiding in the cut contemplating on me Wanting my ride, wanting my dough Test and I'll blast fa sho Forever I'm rollin' [Instrumental break] [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] When I'm rollin' you will know it's me Trust me, I'm cruising down the block in my Fleet Rollin' with two bros, down for the dulos This is how us gangstas roll Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') When I'm rollin', they be hating on me Hiding in the cut contemplating on me Wanting my ride, wanting my dough Test and I'll blast fa sho Forever I'm rollin'