Thugs Get Lonely Too
Title | Thugs Get Lonely Too |
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Artist | 2Pac |
Album | Loyal to the Game |
Release Date | 2004-09-23 |
Description | Thugs Get Lonely Too is a song performed by “2Pac,” featuring “Nate Dogg,” appearing on the posthumous album, Loyal to the Game. It was produced by Eminem, and written by Tupac Shakur, Marshall Mathers, and Nathaniel Hale. Tech N9ne was supposed to appear on the original version of this song. Check out the unreleased version with his verse on it here. |
Lyrics | [Intro: 2Pac] Hahaha (Boo, boo, man) Hahaha, man, you crazy [Verse 1: 2Pac] See, 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 Mama told me, long before I ever came up Gotta be true to what you do and keep the game up ‘Cause things 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 nothing 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 thought you knew [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin' out on tour today You gettin' sad, ‘cause I'm going away (Nah-ah-ah) The chickenheads wanna play with me You gettin' mad, ‘cause you think I'ma sway Some of 'em cute, some of 'em fine as fuck I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage (Nah-ah-ah) Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay, make this pay [Verse 2: 2Pac] I call you up long distance, on the telephone Wanna tuck you in, even though I can't make it home I whisper things 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', saying 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) You might also like[Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin' out on tour today You gettin' sad, ‘cause I'm going away (Nah-ah-ah) The chickenheads wanna play with me You gettin' mad, ‘cause you think I'ma sway Some of 'em cute, some of 'em fine as fuck I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage (Nah-ah-ah) Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay, make this pay [Verse 3: 2Pac] I sit alone in my room, drinkin' without a care Talking 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 It's in your head that I'm making 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 ceilin' Scratch my back's how you react, let me know you feel me ‘Cause everything I'm giving to you, is so true And thugs get lonely too (You know) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm rollin' out on tour today You gettin' sad, ‘cause I'm going away (Nah-ah-ah) The chickenheads wanna play with me You gettin' mad, ‘cause you think I'ma sway Some of 'em cute, some of 'em fine as fuck I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage (Nah-ah-ah) Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home soon as I make this pay, make this pay [Outro: 2Pac] Yeah, Thug Life, baby Steady thuggin' Ayy, so you remember that Next time you sweating me when I'm on the road, man Thugs get lonely too We ain't gotta go through all these 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 |