| Song | Thugs Get Lonely Too - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | Nate Dogg |
| Album | Ghetto Gospel |
| Artist：2Pac/Nate Dogg | |
| Hahahaha, man you crazy, see | |
| [Verse One] | |
| It ain't easy bein me | |
| Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly | |
| I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around | |
| And it's always drama, whenever I wanna get around | |
| Momma told me, long before I ever came up | |
| Gotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up | |
| Cause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor | |
| Best friends at your wife's house, tryin to mack her | |
| I'm on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door | |
| And I got no time to worry, I'm steady wantin more | |
| Every day is a test yes, I try hard | |
| But I'm strugglin with every breath, I pray to God | |
| that the woman that I left at home, all alone | |
| There ain't nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone | |
| In my mind I can see her naked, I can't take it | |
| Got me shakin at the thought that we can make it | |
| I torture me | |
| [Chorus: Nate Dogg] | |
| I'm rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I'm goin away, the... | |
| ... chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you think I'ma sway | |
| Some of 'em cute some of 'em fine as **** | |
| I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah... | |
| Still I be gettin lonely for you | |
| I'm comin home soon as I make this pay, make this pay | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| I call you up long distance, on the telephone | |
| Wanna tuck you in even though I can't make it home | |
| I whisper thangs in your ear like you're near me | |
| Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me? | |
| It seems to me, that you're jealous | |
| Cause I'm hustlin and makin money, with the fellas | |
| In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up! | |
| Thugs get lonely too, but I'm a soldier | |
| And there's no way I'ma stop makin money | |
| Cause your attitude's changed and you're actin a little funny | |
| Always complainin, sayin we don't spend time | |
| Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind? | |
| And hangin up like you all that | |
| Then get mad when I tell you that I'm busy baby, call back | |
| Please, ain't nothin left to say to you | |
| Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care | |
| Talkin out loud to you, like you're there | |
| Take your picture out my back pocket, man it's on | |
| You're the first face I wanna see, when I get home | |
| Wanna love you 'til the sun rise, buckwild | |
| Touchin every wall in the house, thug style | |
| Put your hands on the headboard, think of me | |
| Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see | |
| this in yo' head that I'm makin love, so turn the lights down | |
| Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now | |
| I feel it in the middle of my stomach | |
| You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it | |
| Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling | |
| Scratch my back's how you react, let me know you feel me | |
| Cause everything I'm givin to you, is so true | |
| And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [2Pac] | |
| Yeah, thug life BAY-BEE! | |
| Steady thuggin | |
| Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I'm on the road baby | |
| Thugs get lonely too, we ain't gotta go through all this bullshittin ass problems | |
| If you wanna be real with me, be real with me | |
| If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain't me | |
| YOU KNOW |
| Artist: 2Pac Nate Dogg | |
| Hahahaha, man you crazy, see | |
| Verse One | |
| It ain' t easy bein me | |
| Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly | |
| I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around | |
| And it' s always drama, whenever I wanna get around | |
| Momma told me, long before I ever came up | |
| Gotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up | |
| Cause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor | |
| Best friends at your wife' s house, tryin to mack her | |
| I' m on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door | |
| And I got no time to worry, I' m steady wantin more | |
| Every day is a test yes, I try hard | |
| But I' m strugglin with every breath, I pray to God | |
| that the woman that I left at home, all alone | |
| There ain' t nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone | |
| In my mind I can see her naked, I can' t take it | |
| Got me shakin at the thought that we can make it | |
| I torture me | |
| Chorus: Nate Dogg | |
| I' m rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I' m goin away, the... | |
| ... chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you think I' ma sway | |
| Some of ' em cute some of ' em fine as | |
| I hear ' em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah... | |
| Still I be gettin lonely for you | |
| I' m comin home soon as I make this pay, make this pay | |
| Verse Two | |
| I call you up long distance, on the telephone | |
| Wanna tuck you in even though I can' t make it home | |
| I whisper thangs in your ear like you' re near me | |
| Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me? | |
| It seems to me, that you' re jealous | |
| Cause I' m hustlin and makin money, with the fellas | |
| In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up! | |
| Thugs get lonely too, but I' m a soldier | |
| And there' s no way I' ma stop makin money | |
| Cause your attitude' s changed and you' re actin a little funny | |
| Always complainin, sayin we don' t spend time | |
| Can' t you see I got enough stress on my mind? | |
| And hangin up like you all that | |
| Then get mad when I tell you that I' m busy baby, call back | |
| Please, ain' t nothin left to say to you | |
| Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care | |
| Talkin out loud to you, like you' re there | |
| Take your picture out my back pocket, man it' s on | |
| You' re the first face I wanna see, when I get home | |
| Wanna love you ' til the sun rise, buckwild | |
| Touchin every wall in the house, thug style | |
| Put your hands on the headboard, think of me | |
| Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see | |
| this in yo' head that I' m makin love, so turn the lights down | |
| Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now | |
| I feel it in the middle of my stomach | |
| You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it | |
| Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling | |
| Scratch my back' s how you react, let me know you feel me | |
| Cause everything I' m givin to you, is so true | |
| And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW | |
| Chorus | |
| [2Pac] | |
| Yeah, thug life BAYBEE! | |
| Steady thuggin | |
| Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I' m on the road baby | |
| Thugs get lonely too, we ain' t gotta go through all this bullshittin ass problems | |
| If you wanna be real with me, be real with me | |
| If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain' t me | |
| YOU KNOW |