Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Po Nigga Blues’ 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.
(Scott, Storch) Hey!
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 nigga gotta pay the fuckin’ rent
Crazy, I gotta work with what’chu gave me
You claimin’ 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 headin’ 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 nigga gotta do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I’m gettin’ tested
And if I don’t say yes a nigga’s quick to get arrested
That’s the reason I stay testin’
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin’ restless
Walkin’ around, ready to light shit up
But since my life is fucked, some say I’m slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust, huh
They make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who’s realer
Now them same motherfuckers 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 shit until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin’ left to lose, so I’m singin’ nigga blues
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 nigga gotta pay the fuckin’ rent
Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the f*ck can a nigga do?
My little boy gotta 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’ma break ’em
No matter how much you make ’em, you show me bacon I’m take ’em
So don’t you ever tempt me
I’m a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You’re livin’ worse than the niggas in the ghetto so
I give a f*ck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas 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 bitch
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
F*ck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone, huh
And you wonder why we blazin’ niggas
Cause you punks havin’ babies can’t raise the niggas
And they down to be f*ck-ups too
Drinkin’ forties of brew, huh, singin’ nigga blues
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 motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ pen