2Pac
Drink To This
[Intro]
Fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
I'm a Westside rider, come equipped with—
Hmm, this how I’m feelin' right now (Ayy)
Nah, but look, man
I just wanna let y'all know
I really be out here goin’ through the motions and it's—
It ain't nothin' wrong with goin' through the motions
As long as you go through the motions, you feel me?
But, you know, we be out here
Chin up, chest out, head to the sky
'Cause gangsters don't cry, look, uh

[Verse 1]
Fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
I'm a Westside rider, come equipped with flame
Motherfuck love, fuck guilt and shame
4Hunnid everythin’, from the fit to the chain
They salty, I represent the clique, they tryna fault me
Get off me, the opp look for opportunities to off me
I’m bossy, I move like a president and it cost me
You lost me, I changed for the better and you fault me
Treat him like a ghost, if I see him, I never saw him
Silence is deadly and it be killin' you softly
They link and talk bad about me, they have parties
Big lip n***as talk too much, Steve Harvey
When I see ’em, I press 'em, they like "Sorry"
You gulli-gulli island n***as turnin' to Barney
But real estate is what the trauma brought me
Stay in the crib, take care of them kids is what it taught me
Listen, when it come to these hoes, I'm like Tristan
But listen, when it come to the gang, I’m like a Christian
Praise the guys who was here before my existence
Who kept it gangster as cold as my commitment
And with that comes calls and conditions
Legitimate reasons to murder opps while they slippin'
Over a bitch, she left the homie out commission
And we seen it all on tape, now we trippin'
This is what you slidin' for, this what you signed it for
Get snitched on and hit with life is what you signed it for
Fuck that, rewind and switch the vibings, boy
Turned the block into fashion, I'm a designer, boy
They'd rather see you fucked up, down bad
When you finally overcame this shit, they had you down bad
Imagine it, real life if it sound bad
The silver linin' runnin' through my black plaid
[Chorus]
My n***a gotta drink to this
My n***as gotta drink to this (I am fucked up)
Fuck that, gotta drink to this
Fuck that, gotta drink to this (I said "Pour me up")
My n***a, have a drink to this
My n***a, have a drink to this (Let me get another shot)
Fuck that, gotta drink to this
Fuck that, gotta drink to this (Alright, alright, I'm done)

[Verse 2]
You was my boy, you had to be
Starvin' for greatness, we had to eat
You was my boy, we was in the streets
Then you made it and turned industry
I'm emotional, I don't know how to cope with folks
Who shady, no, call me but replay me close
It's crazy though, when I start blamin' folks
Who poof for they foul play, they never claim it though
Respect lost
We checkin' all bitch n***as off the list, yeah, yeah, he checked off
Gotta show 'em what neglect cost
Brotherly love, this is pep talk
I was there for you, I was there for you
Broke your bro heart, he really cared for you
You probably got some shit to say about me too
But switchin' up on gang, I wouldn't dare to do
[Chorus]
My n***a gotta drink to this
My n***as gotta drink to this (Pour me up)
Fuck that, gotta drink to this
Fuck that, gotta drink to this (How many Js you been takin'?)
My n***a, have a drink to this
My n***a, have a drink to this (N***a, I'm drunk)
Fuck that, gotta drink to this
Fuck that, gotta drink to this (Fuck this shit, I'm done)