Hennessey - Red Spyda Remix (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Hennessey - Red Spyda Remix (Explicit) |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | E.D.I |
| Artist | Sleepy Brown |
| Album | Loyal To The Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：2Pac/Obie Trice | |
| Hahah! Yeah ************* ************* that gin & juice (Hennessy) | |
| Just pour me a glass of that dark *************t | |
| That's right | |
| [Obie] Ay pour me some of that too baby! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle |
| [Obie] Yo what's our mother****** motto *************? Hennessy | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle |
| [Obie] You know our mother****** motto (Hennessy) | |
| [2Pac] | Hahaha, y'all *************z can't ************* with this ol' thug *************t |
| [2Pac] | Hennessy |
| [Obie] That's what you sippin on, now what's your name *************? | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballin-ass ************* named 'Pac |
| [Verse One: 2Pac] | |
| Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death | |
| I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath | |
| These mother******s wanna see me die, so who am I | |
| to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them *************z fry | |
| Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy | |
| The ************* you don't wanna see, let me procede | |
| My definition of some thug *************t, y'all don't hear me | |
| Now that it's poppin ain't no love ************* | |
| I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it | |
| I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket | |
| I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days | |
| Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so ************* blaze | |
| Cause we some mother****** fools | |
| Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin *************z makin moves | |
| Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip | |
| when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Obie] That's what I'm sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballin-ass ************* named Trice |
| [Verse Two: Obie Trice] | |
| Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West | |
| Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess | |
| Tried to apply myself, them *************z was ballin | |
| My mama couldn't tell me *************t, the streets was callin | |
| I was often involved with *************z breakin the law | |
| I look back, 'Pac *************, we was bankin off raw | |
| P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects | |
| Threw the sack to his lil' *************z workin the set | |
| And if you got it you gettin wet, ************* bet on that | |
| Don't come around hurr on that floss *************t | |
| Detroit *************z off *************t | |
| [2Pac] | Robbin *************z in the do'ways |
| [Obie] That's right | |
| [2Pac] | With my four-four, that's the sure way |
| And this your road days, 'All Eyez on Me' | |
| We was loonie I suppose, you could | |
| [2Pac] | Die homie |
| O. Trice always rep his block | |
| Pass the Henn and that ice, I'm on a track with 'Pac ************* | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Obie Trice] | |
| Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, ************* Detroit love you boy | |
| You put it down out here, I mean, y'know | |
| Me and my family, my friends, ************* we ride for you always | |
| '2Pacalypse Now' 'til infinity boy, forever | |
| Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah | |
| Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor ************* |
| Artist: 2Pac Obie Trice | |
| Hahah! Yeah that gin juice Hennessy | |
| Just pour me a glass of that dark t | |
| That' s right | |
| Obie Ay pour me some of that too baby! | |
| Chorus | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it' s in a brown bottle |
| Obie Yo what' s our mother motto ? Hennessy | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it' s in a brown bottle |
| Obie You know our mother motto Hennessy | |
| [2Pac] | Hahaha, y' all z can' t with this ol' thug t |
| [2Pac] | Hennessy |
| Obie That' s what you sippin on, now what' s your name ? | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballinass named ' Pac |
| Verse One: 2Pac | |
| Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death | |
| I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath | |
| These mother s wanna see me die, so who am I | |
| to try to warn ' em, I buck and bomb ' em, them z fry | |
| Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy | |
| The you don' t wanna see, let me procede | |
| My definition of some thug t, y' all don' t hear me | |
| Now that it' s poppin ain' t no love | |
| I maintain in the game in the gutter' s where I still kick it | |
| I' m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket | |
| I' m still wicked in my ways, a hustler ' til my dyin days | |
| Ain' t nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so blaze | |
| Cause we some mother fools | |
| Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin z makin moves | |
| Even the cops can' t stop us, my enemies flip | |
| when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy | |
| Chorus | |
| Obie That' s what I' m sippin on, now let me tell ' em who I be | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballinass named Trice |
| Verse Two: Obie Trice | |
| Now I was born in Detroit on the side that' s West | |
| Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess | |
| Tried to apply myself, them z was ballin | |
| My mama couldn' t tell me t, the streets was callin | |
| I was often involved with z breakin the law | |
| I look back, ' Pac , we was bankin off raw | |
| PFunk got it pumpin, he had the connects | |
| Threw the sack to his lil' z workin the set | |
| And if you got it you gettin wet, bet on that | |
| Don' t come around hurr on that floss t | |
| Detroit z off t | |
| [2Pac] | Robbin z in the do' ways |
| Obie That' s right | |
| [2Pac] | With my fourfour, that' s the sure way |
| And this your road days, ' All Eyez on Me' | |
| We was loonie I suppose, you could | |
| [2Pac] | Die homie |
| O. Trice always rep his block | |
| Pass the Henn and that ice, I' m on a track with ' Pac | |
| Chorus | |
| Obie Trice | |
| Yeah, ay ' Pac, ' Pac, Detroit love you boy | |
| You put it down out here, I mean, y' know | |
| Me and my family, my friends, we ride for you always | |
| ' 2Pacalypse Now' ' til infinity boy, forever | |
| Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah | |
| Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor |
| Artist: 2Pac Obie Trice | |
| Hahah! Yeah that gin juice Hennessy | |
| Just pour me a glass of that dark t | |
| That' s right | |
| Obie Ay pour me some of that too baby! | |
| Chorus | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it' s in a brown bottle |
| Obie Yo what' s our mother motto ? Hennessy | |
| [2Pac] | They wanna knows my role model, it' s in a brown bottle |
| Obie You know our mother motto Hennessy | |
| [2Pac] | Hahaha, y' all z can' t with this ol' thug t |
| [2Pac] | Hennessy |
| Obie That' s what you sippin on, now what' s your name ? | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballinass named ' Pac |
| Verse One: 2Pac | |
| Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death | |
| I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath | |
| These mother s wanna see me die, so who am I | |
| to try to warn ' em, I buck and bomb ' em, them z fry | |
| Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy | |
| The you don' t wanna see, let me procede | |
| My definition of some thug t, y' all don' t hear me | |
| Now that it' s poppin ain' t no love | |
| I maintain in the game in the gutter' s where I still kick it | |
| I' m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket | |
| I' m still wicked in my ways, a hustler ' til my dyin days | |
| Ain' t nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so blaze | |
| Cause we some mother fools | |
| Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin z makin moves | |
| Even the cops can' t stop us, my enemies flip | |
| when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy | |
| Chorus | |
| Obie That' s what I' m sippin on, now let me tell ' em who I be | |
| [2Pac] | Big ballinass named Trice |
| Verse Two: Obie Trice | |
| Now I was born in Detroit on the side that' s West | |
| Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess | |
| Tried to apply myself, them z was ballin | |
| My mama couldn' t tell me t, the streets was callin | |
| I was often involved with z breakin the law | |
| I look back, ' Pac , we was bankin off raw | |
| PFunk got it pumpin, he had the connects | |
| Threw the sack to his lil' z workin the set | |
| And if you got it you gettin wet, bet on that | |
| Don' t come around hurr on that floss t | |
| Detroit z off t | |
| [2Pac] | Robbin z in the do' ways |
| Obie That' s right | |
| [2Pac] | With my fourfour, that' s the sure way |
| And this your road days, ' All Eyez on Me' | |
| We was loonie I suppose, you could | |
| [2Pac] | Die homie |
| O. Trice always rep his block | |
| Pass the Henn and that ice, I' m on a track with ' Pac | |
| Chorus | |
| Obie Trice | |
| Yeah, ay ' Pac, ' Pac, Detroit love you boy | |
| You put it down out here, I mean, y' know | |
| Me and my family, my friends, we ride for you always | |
| ' 2Pacalypse Now' ' til infinity boy, forever | |
| Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah | |
| Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor |
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