Lyrics Wande Coal – Tupac

Rah boy
DJ P Montana you know
Penhouse present
Iskaba

See all them girl, them ah haters
Ehhh ehhh, oh ah
Say I too much, some say that I’m too much
But I tell her say I three much
Some say that I’m four much
So I, So I
Woke in a phantom, stars in the ceiling
I see the haters can’t fathom
I see they hate when they talk about me
So random
Fair man get high with me, bare man wan fly with me
Niggas on a PJ shit
That’s why girl them there wan die for me
I’m so high (high)
Up in the sky (sky)
PJ shit, them man there can’t see this shit
Underground, you can’t see this shit

Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ohhh ohhh
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ikebe super, she wanna dance for me

I got the fine girls for the A class
I dey presidential for the S class
My real G’s pull up in a G class

My love, I miss you so
Spend all my money on ya
Ohhh ohh
I need your body, bring it next to me
Cos they need to know that I need some more

Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ohhh ohhh
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ikebe super, she wanna dance for me

Yeah yeaahh yeaahhh
Come to me, ohh ohhh
Eh, I need your body, I need your body
Yoooooo ohhhh

Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ohhh ohhh
Feeling like Tupac, all eyes on me
Ikebe super, she wanna dance for me

Omo to dun omo torewa (ohh)
Mo se like bo se ma’njoo
Omo to dun omo to’sewa
Mo se like bo se ma’njoo
Amorawa o a rira wa
Ooohhh ah ri ra wa
Osha mo level ta mo ra wa
Osha mo level ta ri ra wa eh ehen