Po’ n*gga Blues lyrics

[Intro]
Hey

[Chorus]
Why'd you slang crack? I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
A n*gga got to pay the f*ckin' rent

[Verse 1]
Is crazy, I got to work with what you gave me
Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust, headed for my grave G
I told Sam he could f*ck the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' "f*ck the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a n*gga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say "yes" a n*gga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay testin'
I keep a vеst on my chest in case the cops arе gettin' restless
Walk around ready to light sh*t up
And since my life is f*cked, some say I'm slightly nuts
"Pop-pop" is the sound as I move up
Other n*ggas pay attention when I'm fool bust, huh
They make a n*gga be a killer, I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same motherf*ckers wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say sh*t until you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' n*gga blues
[Chorus]
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
A n*gga got to pay the f*ckin' rent

[Verse 2]
Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the f*ck can a n*gga do?
My little boy got to eat too
So why must I sock-a-fella, just to live large like Rockefeller?
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my "I Don't Give a f*ck", look
Make your rules, I'm a break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon I'ma take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine, n*gga, and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin' worse than the n*ggas in the ghetto, so
I give a f*ck about your language or complexion
You got love from the n*ggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police?
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian b*tch
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
f*ck a snitch and a groupie-ass b*tch
And the n*gga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone, huh
And you wonder why we blazin' n*ggas
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n*ggas
And they bound to be f*ck-ups too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh
Singin' n*gga blues
[Chorus]
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin for the motherf*ckin' pen
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin for the motherf*ckin' pen
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin for the motherf*ckin' pen