Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Wonda Why They Call U B—-‘ 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.
You wonda why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you’s a money hungry woman and you need to change
In the locker room, all the homies do is laugh
High fives cause anotha nigga played your ass
It was said you were sleeezy, even easy
Sleepin’ around for what you need
See it’s your thing and you can shake it how you wanna
Give it up free or make your money on the corner
But don’t be bad and play the game, get mad and change
Then you wonda why these muthafuckers call you names
Still lookin’ for a way out, and that’s okay
I can see you wanna stray, there’s a way out
Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain’t trying to hear me cause your stuck
You’re headin’ for the bathroom ’bout to get tossed up
Still looking for a rich man, you dug a ditch
Got your legs up trying to get rich
I love you like a sister, but you need to switch
And that’s why they called you bitch
I betcha
You wonda why they call you bitch
You leave your kids with your mama cause your headin’ for the club
In a skin tight miniskirt looking for some love
Got them legs wide open while you’re sittin’ at the bar
Talkin’ to some nigga ’bout his car
I guess he said he had a Lexus, what’s next?
You headin’ to his car for some sex
I pass by, can’t hold back tears inside
Cause Lord knows, for years I tried
And all the other people on my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare, and call you, “slut”
It’s like your mind don’t understand
You don’t have to kill your dreams plotting schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
Either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin’
I’m hearin’ rumors so you need to switch
And niggas wouldn’t call you bitch, I betcha
You wonda why they call you bitch
I guess times getting hard, even harder for you, cause hey now
Got a baby on the way now
More money from the county, and thanks to the welfare
You’re about to get your hair done
Got a dinner date, can’t be late
Trick or treat, sweet thing got another trick to meet
The way he did it it was smooth, plotting while he gaming you
So baby, peep the rules
I should’ve seen it in the first case, the worst case
I should’ve never called you back in the first place
I remember back in high school, baby you was fast
Straight sex, when you moved your ass
But now things change, cause you don’t look the same
Let the ghetto get the best of you, baby, that’s a shame
Caught HIV and now you ’bout to be deceased
And finally be in peace
So where your niggas at now, cause everybody left
They stepped, and left you on your own
See I loved you like a sister, but you died to quick
And that’s why we called you bitch, I betcha