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I got love
(Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, er cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street (I got love) For chucktailors and Con C'mere let's con- , I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original more lyrical, plus dogg.. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, in my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.! I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me |
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| 2. |
| 5:14 |
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<i>[Chorus: Nate Dogg]</i>
When your days get lonely (days get lonely) When your nights get cold (nights get cold) When the rain starts pouring (rains starts pouring) When your man aint home (man aint home) You can call me baby (call me baby) You can let me know (let me know) You aint had none lately (had none lately) Lemme in your backdoor (let me in your backdoor) <i>[Verse 1]</i> Meanie walks out the door Meanie act like he dont want you no more You can do the same thang Two can play at this game With his love and you bored He got you doing his chores Minus will be with me You aint nobody's slave When your days get lonely <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> He aint never gone change He still be playing them games You can do the same thang Girl i won't say a thang If you dont tell, I wont tell We gave in life, what the hell We both want the same thang Aint no need to complain When your days get lonely <i>[Chorus - 3X]</i> |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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[Chorus: Lil' Mo & Nate Dogg]
A gangsta's for every day So make sure that you keep it, G-A-N-G-S-T-A And now that I know the game I'll make sure that I keep it, G-A-N-G-S-T-A [Nate Dogg] Me and the ghetto where the poor people hang Please pay attention they do ghettoish things One out of three, yep a third of 'em bang The other motherfuckers they be slanging that cane Always out for money 'cause the money's the game East side homey it's a Long Beach thang You heard me right nigga this is DPG With the superwoman standin' claimin' CPT [Lil' Mo] I-I, promise I'ma keep it G Rep my south team, hands in the street Recognize game, and they recognise me 'Cause a G like me comes naturally Tho-ose, haters try to hate on me But they got no choice but to do right by me There's no way o' dividin' me 'Cause my OG's in the streets gon' ride for me I-I, promise to do ghetto things 'Cause I'm the closest thing to ghetto in this industry That's why I be chillin' when it's 90 degrees While ya keep shit poppin' how I ride this beat And people always saying to me How can I tell I'm really a G? 'Cause an OG told a gangsta A gangsta told a player A player told Nate And Nate just said to me [Chorus] [Xzibit] Nate Dogg reppin' (Look!) X to the Z I'm shifty, versus runnin' a buck 50 Tryin' to get large enough bank to get Britney I'ma do Britney like Bobby did Whitney Fuck her whole life off, donate my kidney (Yeah!) Wake up to vodka, crash with the whiskey My name holdin' to much weight, you can't lift me Came from my first out ghetto with King Tipsy Hold a torch over my city, you can't miss me Niggas say fuck me but can't fuck wit' me Twist this shit, make your finger tips sticky I need me a wify, shit I mean wifey I'm so fucked up I couldn't read my own writin' (Heh) Clash of the titan, (Yeah!) no propaganda Big ? hummin' for you Tony Montana T-shirt, khakis, tucked in bandannas Livin' amongst the most scandalous on the planet (Yo!) [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4. |
| 0:14 |
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[Chorus]
I, pledge allegiance To all my homies who may never Love a ho and never will I, give my body And I give my soul to the funk May the funk, never end [Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance, to paper chasers To hustlers who be steady pulling capers Peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you I'm serving paper, see ya later I guess that's one mo' thing, I can't be faded You can test me, get discombobulated Ain't no question I'm goin' fuck with this I do it for the funk of it [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance to my, homies who keep it gangsta Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove I pledge allegiance to the, game cause it got me balling Game don't wait so I'm not stalling I'm still dissing, she's still calling [Pharoahe Monch] What, what, yeah Check it out now, uh See this is front line, no turning back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now (woo!) Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now I'm 'bout to spit it, and Lord I'ma get it In the worst way, slay, competition Move the opposition, back wake the fuck up! (uh-huh) Cause when I get beyond enemy lines I might snipe that ass like John Kennedy's mind Thou shall not get caught, that's the remedy Disinfect gun wounds on my last bottle of Hennessy Bleed to let the seeds remember my memories It's killed or be killed here son that's the penalty RIDE for the funk, CRY for the funk In the heat of night, I DIE for the funk Pharoahe, when I'm six feet deep there's no grieving Salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance cause [Chorus: x2] |
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| 5. |
| 4:27 |
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[Chorus]
I, pledge allegiance To all my homies who may never Love a ho and never will I, give my body And I give my soul to the funk May the funk, never end [Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance, to paper chasers To hustlers who be steady pulling capers Peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you I'm serving paper, see ya later I guess that's one mo' thing, I can't be faded You can test me, get discombobulated Ain't no question I'm goin' fuck with this I do it for the funk of it [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance to my, homies who keep it gangsta Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove I pledge allegiance to the, game cause it got me balling Game don't wait so I'm not stalling I'm still dissing, she's still calling [Pharoahe Monch] What, what, yeah Check it out now, uh See this is front line, no turning back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now (woo!) Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now I'm 'bout to spit it, and Lord I'ma get it In the worst way, slay, competition Move the opposition, back wake the fuck up! (uh-huh) Cause when I get beyond enemy lines I might snipe that ass like John Kennedy's mind Thou shall not get caught, that's the remedy Disinfect gun wounds on my last bottle of Hennessy Bleed to let the seeds remember my memories It's killed or be killed here son that's the penalty RIDE for the funk, CRY for the funk In the heat of night, I DIE for the funk Pharoahe, when I'm six feet deep there's no grieving Salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance cause [Chorus: x2] |
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| 6. |
| 4:02 |
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[jermaine dupri]
cmon dance with me baby girl [x2] cmon dance with me baby girl [x2] [verse 1: nate dogg] man i was dancing, prancing, laughing, bouncing, swinging moving, grooving, cause the music's booming macking, tryna get some action, packing, acting manish, drinking, tweaking, winking, peeping seeking a freak for the evening, really feeling way too horny reaking from the weed i'm token, choking, smoking, real doping, hoping my nights wide open, knowing that my girl my girls at home snoring, boring, ignoring, warning that my girl was coming sudden mood interuption, busted my girl in the club [chorus] ring the alarm (oh oh) your woman has just been sighted (uh) ring the alarm how'd she get in if she wasn't invited? (i dunno) ring the alarm she's headed this way like lighting (yeah) ring the alarm i'm not tryna be ducking and diving (cmon) ring the alarm [verse 2: nate dogg] headed, top speed for the exit damnit don piece can't grab it habbit like chassing my cabbage magic, time to disappear fast with this chick, who i sleeped last week with real trick, i like her cause she real slick let's dip, i don't care who you came with no lip, got no time for some bullshit she went, that she all in the backpen time spent, now it's time to hit the pavement two sense, got no time for your comments don't trip, do you know where my girl went? [chorus] [verse 3: jermaine dupri] listen, i'm in the club, no where i ain't even suppose to be drinking with a girl all close to me i'm all up in the air, telling her some superfly shit she need to hear thinking can't nobody see us cause we in the rear all i'm tryna do is get a number then i'm up out of here cause my girl ain't home, she out with a friend ita be just my luck this the spot they in not the place for her to spot me in you know specially when i'm suppose to be at the studio i take one step, what do i see my girl coming threw the door but she don't see me now i'm ducking, now i'm dodgeing, hiding, praying to god that she don't come find me what was i thinking of, i should of never parked my car in front of the club damn! [chorus x3] [ambulance siring] |
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| 3:40 |
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{Chorus: Nate Dogg}
Your wife, my bitch Your love, my trick Her mouth, my dick I fucked, that's it {Verse One: Nate Dogg} All night long, I had her on her back in my Cadillac bro You should of heard her moan, same old song I made her throw her back out when I sent her home For better or worse she's {Chrous: Nate Dogg} Your wife, my bitch Your love, my trick Her mouth, my dick I fucked thats' it Straight pimp, no shit Gave me your chips I drove, your whip It's true don't trip {Verse Two: Dr. Dre} What's my name, my name is Mr. Game West coast big change Mr. Fame Bad bitch scooped her up same ole same Fuckin in the drivers seat while I'm switching lanes Gettin brains Long Beach, Compton thang Shit ain't changed thats how we do the damn thang Draws down nuts platinum, let em' hang Wife missin 5 a. m. , who's to blame I'm the reason used maginum is in your range And while she bounced out wit me befor you came Fuckin lame you be handcuff sluts I banged I aint trippin take em' back shit my nuts is drained On everything this dick is shootin novocain Have a bitch waitin bus stop, in the rain Simple and plain cuz we's be off the chain My Nigga Nate Dogg pimp game please explain {Verse Three: Nate Dogg} Ring or no ring A hoe gone be a hoe While you sleepin She be creppin out the back door Comin to met me, at the honey comb Smokin and drinkin dyin to please me While real playas keep playin on {Bridge: Nate Dogg} Playas playin on play on Keep playin on Ladies playin on, play on Keep playin on Playas playin on, play on Keep playin on Ladies playin on, play on Keep playin on Your wife, is my bitch Your love, is my trick {Chorus: Nate Dogg} |
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| 5:23 |
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[Chorus]
Can't nobody Do you like we do Can't nobody Do you like we do [Kurupt] Pistols and penitentiaries Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin Spead dumpin lead bustin Tell me you want to be done It's so many thangs on these streets Gang bang on these streets Heat holders That hug wit slugs And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods Nate show these niggas how it was And how nobody do it like we does 'cause [Nate Dogg] Something about the west coast Makes me bang the beats Something about the west coast Makes me run them streets Somethin about the music Makes me want to sing Something about this chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby [Chorus] [Bridge] I know you never thought these niggas could be this good We'd be bumpin in your system from hood to hood I know you never even though we would last this long You were dead wrong Homie this is Nate he's a double O.G. All up in the place Kurupt Better ask your girl why she starin at me Leave me alone [Kurupt] Calicos We ready for the get down You ready to have sit-down Bitch nigga sit-down Runnin' in and out ya house Runnin' in and out ya spouse Don't say shit or I'll be running in and out your mouth Gangstas get the party crackin' Hit a land and get it crunk Nate Dogg and Kurupt Yeah nigga that's wussup Now I gotta show why'all how the west coast rock shit Concoct and plot shit Dogg pound oxes [Chorus] [Kurupt] DPGC The greatest on this earth Gangsta that was taught shoot before you converse Go against the grain and we convert to the worst Take flight like eagles Puncture like needles Touch him without even bein present The greatest on this earth west coast presents The Dogg Pound muthafuckin gangsta nigga On all gold feet Yeah them all gold D's We double O.G.'s [Nate Dogg] Something about the west coast Make me bang the beats Something about the music Makes me want to sing Something about the chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby [Chorus: x 2] |
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| 4:16 |
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[Nate Dogg]
Another short story When he be acting bad, don't he make you mad want to kick his ass, when he already showed ya He ain't no good and that's a fact Another sad story She constantly says she adores me Girl I'm all dog in love don't leave here anymore Another short story Her love was beginning to bore me It doesn't take long for my love to fade Another sad story I only call when I'm horny But she acts like we kick all day It's a quarter pass midnight don't he make you mad, you can't find his ass Seven hours past, since he called you last Only to you he can do no wrong Funny how time flies Especially when you live a whole life Looking for love is already gone Another short story Already gave you a warning A one night stand homie look what I done Another sad story This girl was so soft that's so lovely I cannot stay 'cause she's to strong I keep my mind on my money And everything else is just find someone else to play her game I like new skirts yeah like bees like honey (honey) You can have some if you want, hey no kissing Oh no, another short story Her love was beginning to bore me It doesn't take long for my love to fade Another sad story I only call when I'm horny But she acts like we kick all day Another short story Already gave you a warning A one night stand homie look what I've done |
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| 3:58 |
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[Chorus]
I'm from the jungle with the concrete streets You don't want to rumble wit the real O.G.'s Man I'll plant ya like a chronic seed And ya girl done ran away wit me I can show you how to catch these freaks I can show you how to beat these streets I can show you how to crack the safe Let me show you how to break that bank [Nate Dogg] Ain't a damn thing changed Still rolling on Dana Danes Still packing steel claiming DPG I always keep my thing Always got weed on my brain Always got a dime piece wit me I'm gone let yo roll call I'm gone ball till I fall Keep it gangsta just for all of y'all Nate D, O, double G Banging from the west to the east [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] No need to fight it baby I know you want it lady I can tell by the way you watch me I like the way that you walk I like the way that you talk Oh what that accent does to me Yeah I still claim 213 Yeah I still bang DPG Hang wit Nate, Snoop, and Warren G Yeah I got hoes that love me Got gangstas banging my beats I got hoes from here to overseas [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] I need a gangsta lady One from around the way I need a girl that likes to play everyday She said her friend wants to see She said her friend is nasty I say you get your friend and come right away [Chorus: x2] |
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| 3:34 |
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[Chorus]
I'm a real P-I-M-P And I love the way the ladies shake that thang From a real G-A-N-G And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang [Nate Dogg] Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin' Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin' Niggaz playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin' Niggaz movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin' Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin' Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love I got love for my niggaz who be watchin' my back No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games You can check my gangsta files I been putting in work since 1985 Got an angel by my side All my demons always beggin' me to ride [Ludacris] Uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shimp, lobster A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say? If something don't smell right, what can I spray? Tec-9 incense, say for instance See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant We so crummy, countin' mo' money But stay strapped up like crash test dummies Put 3 to ya tummy, 2 to ya throat And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope Just in case, you don't make it home You better super glue grip the chrome 'Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head [Chorus] |
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| 12. |
| 4:28 |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the Pizzle! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] All the ladies who like sex like I do Come up to my room I'm gon' give it to you All my homies who make chips like I do This ones for you Ditty dumb, Ditty Doo [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, got the freak on it Freak, freak on it Yeah, I speak on it Last week on it, Snoop D-O-double-G I'm on the mic, doggone it, you want it Here we go again, bout to flow again Take you out, 'cause I'm bout to bust a hoe again Got the flow again, throw it in Mix it, cook it, gumbo, jumbo It just don't quit, get them chips Mac that bitch, keep it on the under Make 'em wonder, do it wit no blunder Snoop D-O-double-G gets the job done No matter what they say about me They doubt me, they can't fuck with the D-0-double, yes indeed that's I The fizzi, I do it till the day I dizie! [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] We keep this popping Still hit dropping Coming strong just as long as the beat knocking Looking at the clock won't do no good now Everybody party 'cause we out of the hood now Fred Red, hick, Goldie on the 2-way Tell me what's cracking And see what Snoop say The coupe lay booming in the parking lot And I'm pulling dime pieces off of the top Eshine, Evine, Candy Pam Maisha, Tisha, Sandra, Ann So mans call for alcohol Close the door, we dogghouse deep And we rollin hard [Bridge: Nate Dogg] All through the night Better hit it all day Every girl in the car Gonna get it same way You say you want to turn me on Well you did, lets play You want to share it wit a friend Just admit it, 3-way Ooh, 3-way, on the freeway The G way, fuck what he say [Chorus] [Tray Deee] Do I like it?(Yes) Do I mean it?(No) Let me hook this double thing up real quick, "I love it" Pussy always make my day flows move If I don't get me done I have a fucked up attitude Back off a jack off, we far from playin games We some pimps, pardon bitch No need to explain Now look at little mama right there She strain, suck dick and she don't even care Man, I'm all about breaking these hoes Shaking these hoes, make a trick take off here clothes Shoot it in her nose Money fingling, and jingling toes Me and peep game, "I Got Pros" Cunt love cock, and cock love cunt I be feeling like its sex in my blunt Hey Casey! Where Tracy at? She said "Daddy she in the front washing up the 'lac" Jumped in my shit, hit the switch, start smashing Headed to another spot to fuck some more asses All my niggas like doing the damn thing Happy beat it up like my nigga Pootietang Hell yeah, I love sex Because after I'm done I'm like "Next!" With my dick on hard, church to them hoes That be fuckin superstars! [Chorus: x2] [Snoop Dogg] dumb ditty dumb da dumb Ditty dumb ditty dumb dumb ditty dumb da dumb Ditty dumb ditty dumb dumb ditty dumb da dumb Ditty dumb ditty dumb [Nate Dogg] Ditty dumb Ditty Doo [Snoop Dogg] Say it, Say it Say it brothers Say it, say it brothers Wessyde! [Nate Dogg] Ditty dumb Ditty Doo [Snoop Dogg] Say it bubba Yeah, yeah yeah Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the pizzle! |
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| 4:01 |
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[Nate Dogg]
Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed I need it homie oh so fast That last bag was the best weed I've ever had Bass so deep, I can't even seem to feel my feet Girls so fine, I can't help it got to make this one mine I hit em with my, gangsta leans They can't seperate my music from me [Chorus] Music and me (3x) Music, my music and me [Nate Dogg] Time does change, but the music it remains the same I hit em with the music from the slave Oh my goodness, what my ancestors gave I don't want to think I don't know They thought me how to reach deep down and touch the soul Without my music, where would I be You thought me how to cry and still remain a G You keep alot of soldiers at ease And together the next next level proceed [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] Music and me, go together perfect harmony Soft at mellow, oh so hearted to make your sweet kiss explode Stay with me, and together we will live out this dream My music and me Music and me (4x) My music and me Music and me (4x) My music and me |
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| 3:59 |
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I got love
(Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, er cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street (I got love) For chucktailors and Con C'mere let's con- , I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original more lyrical, plus dogg.. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, in my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.! I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me |
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