Song Review: 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted Song by Tupac Shakur
“California love, California knows how to party” – with these iconic opening lines, Tupac Shakur and Dr. Dre’s “California Love” introduced a new sound to the world of hip-hop in the mid-90s. And their collaboration on Amerikaz Most Wanted, released in 1996, was another explosive moment in the genre’s history.
The song kicks off with a catchy beat that immediately captures the listener’s attention. Tupac’s flow is powerful and intense, as he delivers hard-hitting lyrics about his experiences with violence and police brutality. He doesn’t hold back in expressing his anger and frustration with the injustices he sees in America, and his delivery is nothing short of electrifying.
Dr. Dre’s production on this track is exceptional, with a driving bassline and explosive percussion that perfectly complement Tupac’s flow. The chorus, which samples a line from Ice Cube’s “The Nigga Ya Love to Hate,” is an instant earworm that sticks in your head long after the song is over.
Amerikaz Most Wanted is an incredible collaboration between two of hip-hop’s greatest talents. Tupac’s raw energy and Dr. Dre’s exceptional production combine to create a timeless classic that still resonates with listeners today. The song is a powerful reminder of the struggles and injustices faced by marginalized communities in America, and a call to action for change.
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted Lyrics
Up out of there, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (pump that up G)
(Why you actin’ up like this) ahh shit, you done fucked up now
(Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party) you done put two of America’s
Most wanted in the same motherfucken place at the same
(Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party) motherfucken time, ha-ha-ha-ha
Y’all niggaz about to feel this
Break out the champagne glasses (ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party)
And the motherfuckin condoms (play that one on us, alright)
(Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party) picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intentions to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin’ homie
You, is a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, ’cause they got me on the run
Now I’m back in the courtroom waitin’ on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that’s on a niggaz mind
But at the same time, it seems they tryin’ to take mine
So I’ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin’ cases (hmm)
Bitches get ready for the throw-down, the shit’s about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown (ha-ha)
I’m losin’ my religion, I’m vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin’
Niggaz be actin’ like we savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nothin’ but love, for my niggaz livin’ lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I, think I got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Hmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
You see, this is for the G’s and the keys motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin’ for years, so how can they blame us
I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin’ these, motherfuckin G’s
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz most wanted (ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever’s left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?
There ain’t no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs
(Ha-ha right) you thought it was but it wasn’t, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It’s like ’cause, blood, gang-bangin’
Everybody in the party doin’ dope slangin’
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl
You doin’ your job, every day
And then you work so hard ’til your hair turn grey
Let me tell you about life, and ‘kbout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun’s kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin’ in the black Benz, tryin’ to do a show a day
They wonder how I lived, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I’m tryin’ to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
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Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (nothin’ but a gangsta party)
(It ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucken gangsta party)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (bitch)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party (yeah bitch ha-ha-ha)
Death Row (Death Row)
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