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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Oskar
Lee Oskar
Songwriter
Deon Evans
Deon Evans
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Charles William Miller
Charles William Miller
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Morris Dickerson
Morris Dickerson
Songwriter
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Songwriter
Lonnie Jordan
Lonnie Jordan
Songwriter
Thomas Sylvester Allen
Thomas Sylvester Allen
Songwriter
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2Pac
2Pac
Co-Producer
The Underground Railroad
The Underground Railroad
Producer
Darrin Harris
Darrin Harris
Recording Engineer
Marc Senasac
Marc Senasac
Recording Engineer
Matt Kelley
Matt Kelley
Recording Engineer
Steve Counter
Steve Counter
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Hard like an erection) Young black male (Hard like an erection) Ain't shit to fool with (Hard like an erection) Young black male (Hard like an erection) Ain't shit to fool with Yes, niggas Yes, niggas Yes, niggas (Hard like an erection) Young black male (Hard like an erection) Ain't shit to fool with (Hard like an erection) Young black male (Hard like an erection) Ain't shit to fool with (Go nigga, go) Young black male, I try to effect by kicking the facts and stacking much mail I'm packing a gat 'cause cops wanna jack and fuck going to jail 'Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look, I don't sell yayo They judging a brother like covers on books so follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go, I'm hitting 'em out of the doors So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow, I'm fucking the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts, the tighter the clothes, the gimminy jimminy grows Then what do you know, it's off with some clothes, rowd when the crowd says ho That let's me know, they know I can flow, love when they come to my shows I get up and go with skins before when I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back, the quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat, what kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack, I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack, I hate it when real niggas bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust, I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must, they gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! (yes, niggas) Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! (Young black male) It smells like skunk, skunk smells like that nigga momma (Young black male) (Young black male) We ain't nothing but some low down dirty niggaz Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga! (Young black male) You ain't giving me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ides, it's an Old E thing, baby Strictly some of that Hennessy (Young black male) Can I drink with you fellas? (Young black male) Can I get it on it? Fuck you, Capo, you ain't in, baby (Young black male) I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, ok? We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back (Young black male)
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Le Roy L. Jordan, Harold Ray I. Brown, Sylvester Allen, Howard E. Scott, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, George Clinton Jr., Deon Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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