Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Let Them Thangs Go’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Throw them thangs
Throw them thangs
Throw them thangs
Yo, n****
The quicker the n**** can go on
The faster the n**** can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow an’ get my ho on
Them n****s don’t know what goes on
They tryin’ to f*** with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Stop frontin’ motherf***er, let them thangs go
I’m quick to kill a n****, any n**** feel me, n****
You can’t fade me, I’m way to f***in’ real, n****
‘2Pacalypse Now’ still down with the underground
N****s get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherf***er an’ it don’t stop
F*** a cop, pa** the glock an’ it won’t stop
If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
Stop frontin’ motherf***er, let them thangs go
If ya wonderin’, the thunder an’ the trouble
Is comin’ from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once f***in’ D M an’ two times
Poppin’ like two nines, hittin’ ’em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the n**** ’cause ya sure can’t punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that s***
If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that s***
If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that s***
‘Cause ain’t a n**** alive that can stop the hit
Hey, hold on, young ‘Pac, motherf***ers ain’t ridin’
No hookers out here, punk motherf***ers think the town
Ain’t got handle bars on an’ s*** an’ ya lie to get slapped
Behind here with a motherf***in’ motor, punk sissy
Check this out, y’all finna come up off
Those motherf***in’ thangs ’cause I ain’t finna be up
Here sweatin’ for nothin’, ya little punk square n****
I’m quick to spit the s*** get ya open
Straight outta Oakland, f*** the law, get ya jaw broken
Ba-ba-bang bang, n****, it’s a stick up D
Turn the kick up, I’m ready to rip the s*** up, G
They got me hype, hype, hyper, am I hype enough?
Pa** the blunt, motherf***er, let me light s*** up
An’ pump ya fist like this
‘Cause the cops can’t flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hittin’ fo’? Double up n****, it’s on
The type of n**** that likes to bone with the lights on
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
Stop frontin’ motherf***er, let them thangs go
Yes, some of you n****s are b****es too
Little square motherf***ers, tryin’ to get to who?
Pop pop, never made it to ya punk a** clique
Talk s***, now ya gotta get ya punk a** whipped
For the b****es that be tryin’ to work a n****
For the tramps that be tryin’ to jerk a n****
For the rollers that be tryin’ to urk a n****
I’m a hustle an’ you punks can’t hurt me, n****
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a n****, hit me, ho
Stop frontin’ motherf***er, let them thangs go
Hit me, yeah, let them thangs go
I’m a straight rider
I’m a straight rider
I’m a straight rider
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