New Times by 2Pac (original lyrics)

I see no changes all i see is pasty faces
Man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces
Im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho' cus ive see them races
Theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces
Its fuc*** bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows
So now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will
Its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still
I got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool
Im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in
And squirt ketchup in the womens violin
I got all them men looking at me and i love dre's ass in my ninety four spicey
Dre is me real nigga and i love him for so' i love the way he plays triple a's
He plays them most ways

Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
I got hos and pimps in my gimps
Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
I got hos and pimps in my gimps
(x2)

You got your mags in da shop win-dow's
There shit and you like my co-trin-bow's
Double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell
Sun shine in cali while im in the police cell
But now im out on bail and all is well
I sit down at the table and i pray
Before dinner my kidz will say
daddy i fuc*** hate you
And ill get my ninety four spicey
And shot em up niceley
So u niggas got a problem with this song
Go f*** your self without a condom on (bitch)

What you on?
Who ya fuc*** with?
Ya got it all wrong?
And as yo' going down...
You put your hands on the floor so your upside down.

Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
I got hos and pimps in my gimps
Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
I got hos and pimps in my gimps
(repeat to fade)