2Pac – Po Nigga Blues (feat. Ronald Isley) [Scott Storch Rem

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Po Nigga Blues [Scott Storch Remix]

2Pac (feat. Ronald Isley)

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"Po Nigga Blues [Scott Storch Remix]." - 2Pac (feat. Ronald Isley)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:51 am

Album: Loyal to the Game

Track No: 14

(Scott, Storch) hey!

Why'd you slang -? I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A - gotta pay the - rent

Crazy, I gotta work with whatchu 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 - the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' - the law (no, no, no, no, no, no)
And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a - gotta do to get respected?

Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes, a - quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay -
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walkin' around, ready to -
But since my life is -, some say I'm slightly nuts
- Is the sound as I move up
Other - pay attention when a fool -, huh

They make a - be a -, I used to be a -
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same mother- wanna - 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 - until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin' left to lose, so I'm singin' - blues

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to (no, no, no, no)
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
A - gotta pay the - rent

Poppa need brand-new shoes, but what the - can a - do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller? (Well, well, well)
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 fuck" look

Make your rules, I'ma 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 - and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin' worse than the - in the ghetto so -
I give a - about your language or complexion
You got love from the - in my section

You got problems with the punk police?
Don't run from the chumps, get the - from me (well, well, well)
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Caucasian -
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
- A snitch and a groupie-ass -
And the - with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and-, huh

And you wonder why we -
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the -
And they bound to be - too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh, singin' blues

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang -? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the mother- pen

Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Hey!
You know

Writer(s): Ronald Isley, 2Pac, Katari Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Daryl L. Anderson & Scott Storch.

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