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from Nate Dogg, Warren G - Party We Will Throw Now! [single] (2012)
●♪추천 팝송 4..
Aussi HBC Lessons Learned (Feat. Rachael Yamagata) Cary Broth.. Both Sides Now Rachael Ya.. God Only Knows Brian Wils.. 곡 40 | 담기 12 | 추천 2 |
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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
'Cause sometimes you feel tired
feel weak, and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up But you gotta search within you you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop Amoxacilin is just not real enough The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners Your coming with me feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us You hear it a lot lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get when your real and you spit and people are feeling your shit This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it cause you may never get it again So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over just admit when its at its end Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in It goes Reggie Jay-Z Tupac and Biggie Andre from Outcast Jada Kurupt Nas and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy so when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney Nate hit me Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC's heart what is he thinking How not to go against me Smart And its absurd how people hang on every word I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at them The track is on some battling raps who want some static Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out Till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse Until the roof The roof comes off Until my legs give out from underneath me I will not fall I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me bp2000님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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from Def Jam 25: Vol. 10 (Feature Presentation) (2009)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!! [Chorus 1: Nate Dogg] Come quick, see If you have a way wit' me I know you wanna play me All night, night, niiiiiiiiight Girl look, see Everything in the club is free That's how it is when you wit' an O.G Wit' big money Girl we gon' leave Right after this party [Verse 1: Joe Budden] 1, 2, 3 and to the fo' Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe No need to answer y'all already know Plenty fifths of Vodka, few jars of dro I give a fuck if they play this on the radio G'z in the buildin its all gravy though I jus came for a lil bit fellatio Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio Got cops outside, "Like nah this can't be" No need to ice grill we all family We all got cash, none of us iz punks But my rachet on me, yours iz in the trunk Think that through fam, minds well quit here Cause you won't get a chance to get there Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Come wit me Lemme know if you smoke that weed What do we have here now, if you puff la, la, la I mean la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Look baby I'ma thug and gentleman, so I'll buy you a Corona And at the same time try to bone ya I won't stalk ya, keep tryna fone ya I'll pass the ounce, get as high as you want ta Leave wit a G, what harm'll do ya Won't dim the lights and throw on some Luther Legs behind, head in the headboard calm and soother Like ma get looser When's the last time you had a Don seduce ya Look here this is rap this ain't Karma Sutra Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Lets get up tonite Lemme know who wanna fuck tonite When we done we can break up tonite I had a wonderful time, thanks but goodnite Got my teeaamm wit me, if you like me If she ain't wifey, then she can't be seenn wit me All of these hoes wanna seeemmm pretty But you the only one I wanna brriiinngg wit me Need to chill ma On real ma Only thing I chase is a dolla bill ma So before I go ahead and get the champagne poppin Hoe lemme know if it ain't a damn thing poppin Leave at three, arrive at four At five get live, at six you'll want more Now lets RIDE Baby lets SLIDE If you wan' RIDE Car iz out SIDE Gangstaz lets RIDE [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)] This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh) We came to smoke in this party(Ok) Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh) We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa) What's up but after this party(What's good?) We came to leave wit' somebody (How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
[G:]
Regulators we regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP! [G:] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone [Nate:] Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213 [G:] So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." [Nate:] Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix [G:] I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" [Nate:] They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down [G:] They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin in my own town If I had wings I could fly let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate [Nate:] Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold now they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb [G:] Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact before I got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cause it's on N A T E and me the Warren to the G [Nate:] Just like I thought they were in the same spot in need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "ooo I like your size." she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice, would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the Eastside Motel [G:] I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-Funk step to this I dare ya Funk on a whole new level [Nate:] the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble [G:] Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk where rhythm is life and life is rhythm [Nate:] If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist if you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C. On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis Some brothas shootin dice so I said ""let's do this"" I jumped out the ride, and said""what's up?"" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said ""I'm stuck"" Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Gonna think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said ""damn, what's next?"" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I besta pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin and yellin It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G-child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said ""ooh I like your size"" She said ""my car's broke down and you seem real nice,"" ""would you let me ride?"" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the east side motel I'm tweaking Onto a whole new level G-Funk Stpe to this I dare ya Funk On a whole new level The rythmn is the base and the base is the treble Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk Where rythmn is life And life is rythmn If you know like I know You don't want to step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out with a gangster twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
[Chorus: x2]
These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowing ain't nobody got my back These days you gotta be down Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound I believe I got to see We been making music since we were kids Its all I want to do, for life Keeping it real until the day I die I stay funkish in my way Continue to mash and don't forget to pray I keep my hand on my steel Because I love my life and I always will Whatever people say to me I take it in stride I'm thinking negro league If you really don't know me Then you best back up, I suggest strongly They started this DPG Until the day I D-I-E For my L-I-F and E No matter where I look that's all I see And I know [Chorus: x2] Many niggas play to me I think its because they see me on BET 'cause everybody knows my name All the police think I'm serving game Jealous niggas call us out But I don't worry long as I hear their mouths If ever they decide to kill You better be prepared 'cause I know I will I think I can guarantee You don't want to be standing next to me Before my final curtain call My mistakes they really won't be long If we bump this in the streets Or even at some party You niggas really can't see me My request is that you stop trying Before I let go [Chorus: x2] [Daz] Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jacking forever I busting taking now bowing down never Gotta watch my back for these coppers As well as the niggas that I kick it with They stick you faster than these bitches will Since I'm pimping everybody wants my riches And I can't keep my god for buying weed acting every time I smoke constantly and can't flinch me From committing the murders so I chill and puff the herb Who gots my back nobody If little giant gaudy laying niggas down at the homey's party Always be goin crazy I guess we are being who we are Really say the nigga gotta be a star I gots to get mine and if I'm blasting its my destiny If I die then it was meant to be intentionally Worry stressing no guessing your profession When the murder take place set yourself a tech 9 [Chorus: x4] |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
<i>[Intro/Chorus]</i>
Why did my homie have to die, with tears in my eyes I came to say goodbye, say goodbye <i>[repeat 2X]</i> Just passin through to let you know that I remember the times we shared Your mother prayed for us both night and day I guess this is what she feared The picture in my room keeps your image sharply in my head All in my head I just can't let go of the memories I had; will this madness ever end? <i>[Chorus]</i> Sometimes I wonder if it's better to be free or be in jail Incarceration at this time to me is better than heaven or hell I often wonder if you'd still be here if you had won your bet Won your bet You most likely soon see me we'll all be a memory if we don't change this mess... change it or we gone y'all <i>[Chorus]</i> Hi, passing you through to let you know Passing you through to let you know That I, gonna tell everyone I know Gonna tell everyone I know How we, used to send them to the floor Used to send them to the floor Have we, have we forgot to mourn Ohh, how long, how long, how long will they mourn Ohh, how long, how long, how long will they mourn <i>[Chorus 3X]</i> |
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| from Mr. Hichi (미스터 히치 - 당신을 위한 데이트 코치) [ost] (2005) | |||||
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
(Verse 1: 2Pac)
See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around And it's always drama Whevever I wanna get around Mama told me Long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes 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 strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' 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 goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 2: 2Pac) I call you up long distance On the telephone I wanna tuck you in Even though I know I can't make it home I whisper things in your' ear Like your near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That your' jealous 'Cause I'm hustlin' and makin' money With the fellas' In the back streets Tryin' to trap me Baby hold up Thugs get lonely too! But I'm a soulja And theres no way I'm a' stop makin' money 'Cause your' attitudes changed And your' actin' a little funny Always complainin' Sayin' we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind And hangin' up like you all that And get mad when I'm tell you that "I'm busy baby call back" Please, ain't nothin' left to say to you Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Verse 3: 2Pac) I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to you' Like your' there Take your' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till 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 Sick of scenes in yo' head That I'm makin' love So turn the lights down Reminice 'n relax 'Cause baby right now I feel in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear Baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly Watch the ceiling Scratch my back How you react Lets me know you feel me 'Cause everything I'm givin' to you Is so true Thugs get lonely too You know. (Chorus: Nate Dogg) I'm rollin' out on tour today you gettin' sad cause I'm goin' away, Naa Chickenheads wanna play with me you gettin' mad cause you think I'm a sway, Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream soon as I hit the stage, Naa Still I be gettin' lonely for you I'm comin' home as soon as I make this pay. (echoes) (Outro: Tupac Talking) Yeah! <i>Thug Life Baby</i> |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me I maybe a little too fast paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times Cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me You had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see <i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag and then chop it Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it <i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there Is this that shit that make a nigga just It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all Check this out I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit But I didn't give a fuck 'cause this twin a Crip The first young nigga with a baseball cap Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped' I know you seen me on your MTV raps Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him Talk shit for a minute then deal with him Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass 'cause I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast You use some act-right like LaBetty and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds and walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] 213 the gangsta clicc 21 motherfucking 3 nigga All we do is the gangsta shit Gangsta shit, biatch 213 the gangsta clicc Haha and you know it, nigga All we do is the gangsta shit y'all know what's happening Haha [Warren G] I shoot 'em up, I bang bang Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang Still from the Beach, still a g thang 213 in the house and you know how we came We came to party homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still don't love bitches My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) Blaze it up And we from [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] You can call me Lil' Meeno Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas see-Notes His finger on the trigger but it way too slow You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome 213 and we gone You can call me Nate King Cole Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos All damn dimes up in every area codes Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator We gon' get it baby girl now or later she said she wanted to play so I played her Made a promise to pay, but never paid her Ain't that a hater It's just she's a goddamn ho And all of my niggaz know They knowin' since '94 Wherever we go, she gon' go [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info Them white boys in the back got the indo With a hookup, a hundredd dollars for a half ounce I got to hit it, get it and bounce So right back to the place that I started from Get back hell yeah I'm hardly done Write that on your motherfucking izzass So hold up your glass and let's make a lil' tizoast We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope We hold down the VIP wherever we sit Nigga don't get mad if your ho with me [Nate Dogg] I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Snoop Dogg] Dancing and wining and dining a bitch We humping bumping and grinding the shit Nothing else to do now but to leave the club so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub Then we can grub on some barbeque that my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew 10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them bitches they belong to her team It's so supreme you love my scheme The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream Yep, and that's the first step And once you get that, nigga ya got that? Pump that shit and fill up my cup and mack that bitch with the big ol' butt Don't play with it - sway with it And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Right back, baby girl I know you like that You try to hide it but you get Right back, come on over for a nightcap Yes even though I'm with the right trap Tell your man that you'll be right back Even though we only just met Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Chorus] [Warren G] Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club And of course lil' mama who be backing it up We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking Cognac in the cup, we be stroking After the club, same routine, roll two 13s Since her front clean yahknowimean? Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang Show off, show her Nate can sing Show her how my team do our thi-dang And how we keep Latrell Sprewells sprinning I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
A pool party at the church G'd up and others barbequeing Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks Everybody swimming, backyard full of women I'm entertaining folks Gave the lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be kin to me I can't wait until the Fourth of July to pop some fireworks with my kids and fly some kites high in the sky See, it's the family reunion And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion It seems we made it to another summer Yeah we came and come up 213 is more than friends Yeah, we like blood brothers Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus - Latoiya Williams] We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all It's good to see I love the summer I'm riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin' with my love Partying fo' sho' It feels good to see I love the summer Everybody if you with me sing [Nate Dogg] We got the game on lock On the paper chase, can't stop On a roll, still hot Gotta be top notch I like the girls 'cause they hot Plus I know what they want They want the game that we got Hold up baby girl I think not I like the nasty girls from around the way Hoppin' in my gray drop-top Mercedes Shouts go out to my sexy ladies Just in case your man is hating Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) [Chorus] [Warren G] I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west Different spots, even though different, it's still crackin' In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage It's an affair that every state can relate to And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine When I'm at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk Watch lil' Elijah and lil' Warren run the football Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit And it's a blessin' that the world want to hear our music The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam' [Snoop Dogg] Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, another summer Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew 213 reminding y'all put your guns down Well spent summertime, let's enjoy ourselves We just want to celebrate You know what I'm talking about? It's too hot for all that Yeah 213 Moving mountains y'all haha All the time, yeah |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Warren G]
213 Childhood homies way back in the day since then it's been 213 the hard way Rapping on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called us Run-DMC Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay Mixed with my big brother Dr. Dre Now I got shouts to say We still want Eazy like bedstyle people, we want Biggie In memory of Tupac, Left Eye, Aaliyah Heaven sent, say hi to my mama when you see her Rest in peace but let's take it back to the streets With so much drama in the LBC It's kind of hard being a G from 213 Times was hard for a superstar But don't nobody notice who you are We worked hard and stayed true to the game Kept faith, kept God and now you know our name [Chorus - Nate Dogg] A big shout out to all my family and friends When times got hard, you were still be there You give me inspiration like strength from the sun Feel like destiny's son, yeah [Snoop Dogg] To be a rapper was my dream And have a lot of money and live like a king To have a handful of rings And to make the kind of music that the whole world sings Battle rap was the thing And King Park was the spot where all the homeboys hang, bang Just to go do our thang and form my gang And took off white a white boy in a van to get our change And moms knew what time it was And loved the way her baby boy came up, 'cause It's before I was Snoop Dogg on TV I'm talking about when I was like a little bitty BG Nigga me and Warren Gizzy and Nate Dizzy and Fatey Baby are talking about eighty-threezy, flip the clock up to '93 And watch me rock the clock nonstop constantly on MTV and BET whatever you want Hit these niggaz with that motherfucking cheese (G-Funk) Funk to shake ya trunk nigga from the bottom bunk Now I'm moving on up, straight living it up Well known in the zone and I'm still homegrown Like Al be |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Nate Dogg]
Funny how time flies Funny how one thing leads to another Funny how mothers cry Funny how we live at night and in the gutter Funny how cash rules everything around me Funny how people never seem to change Funny how my closest friends is my rebuttal Seems like it all can change and I can get paid Whoa! [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some money Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some cash Got to find a way Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some money Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some cash Got to find a way [Warren G] I was giving this a lot of thought Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off? A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders My soul is with all my niggaz I roll with; so know this Cut the bullshit, take it back to the music use it right, don't matter what you do with it I'm here to represent the real I still stayed G'ed up unless must I will I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right Hmm 'cause if the lights were the sound of the siren I'd make you niggaz get a deal and act wild I'm for real and I can see through these suckers that dick riding motherfuckers Yeah, that's me bustin' 'cause I'm a huslter for the chips And I'm trippin 'cause I'm sick of this shit Listen [Snoop Dogg] It wasn't about money up front All a nigga wanted was a big gold chain and a blunt Why? What do you mean? Living my Auntie Mary and I ain't having a damn thang I can't get a job; I might as well steal and rob Man, life is so hard Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz doing killing for a living in the city of stars I got a lick but I ain't got caught Nigga slippin' leaving a sack by the bar And I seen where he set it, thought he had hid it Nope, and I'm about to go get it Come up, I gotta stay run up Left eye open while I'm sleep with the gun up Please don't run up about that money I'm funny My nigga you'll get done up [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Keepin' it gangsta
Niggaz and niggettes Keepin' it gangsta Niggaz and niggettes [Warren G] I was raised in the church but spent more days raised in the turf And crime pays so I spent my days on the search Parade with a smirk, fresh fade with a church Nextel wave alert, renegades about the dirt Hurt the fresh white t-shirt, that's when we skirt These jerks ain't trying to flirt with the fellas Besides, these rappers ain't doing no telling Bailing with an attitude and that ain't nothing and ain't no telling if dude gonna blast you But got it confused, I break rules, take nothing from fools I make it so that there's something gon' move I move slow, bowguard the 'do low Hit the Sillabard in a blue '64 Sitting kind of low in everywhere we go We keeping it gangsta and that's for sho' Come on! [Nate Dogg] It's that gangsta music that they adore All the gangstas take the floor When we step on stage, all the ladies scream for more It's that gangsta music that they adore All the gangstas take the floor When we step on stage, all the ladies scream for more [Nate Dogg] My sister's cousin's told me Her sister heard some stories We were so gangsta growing up We got the girls excited Sluts up front just give their bodies Take them straight to the after party Two homeboys in the closet hiding Ain't no fun if they can't ride it I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking streets Trump tight and you can't deny it Fuck up everyone who's tried it I remember when it started Seems like yesterday morning Blame it on us, yeah we did it Took 'em probably got gangsta with it [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Real flow, this is steel-toed biscuits 213 yeah we on that pimp shit Mix in with some Crip shit, that's how it's scripted it Bag it up, sack it up, give it to your dips and bring me half back I'm trying to get some spinners for that brand new Cadillac Ride with me, roll with me, slipping down the runway doing about 450 I'm living the jet, clearing the deck, steering a 'Vette You bitch niggaz ain't hearing me yet So I pull out my hollow with heaters Pop 'em and bleed 'em you niggaz better follow the leader Skippity we boop we rock scooby doo What would life be nigga without Big Snoop? Don't trip 'cause I'ma always G for y'all Hate on the law and LBC on ya dog [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah It's 213, 213 Yeah it's 213 Yeah it's 213 Yeah we all so G for real This 213 EAst side and LBC This 213 you know and we all so G [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away from home
Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too grown Then she ran across the border homie, 24-inch chromes Now she walking down the track and stripping With them brand new high heels on She too young for me so I passed her to the next dude Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do Hang with a crew that love getting revenue With a description of 1972 Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side 24's gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young bitch Spit words so fly, get you sprung, bitch Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame Trying to replace him with modern day game We don't hate then shoot if you mess with his prostitute And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too? Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too Blew his brains out now he catching chain out to Chino's Slick got caught up fucking with a young dogg My nigga Slick was a gangbang motherfucking lunatic Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do this shit Nigga only do this shit and make this shit official A little bitty nigga quick to hit you with the pistol Ain't no motherfuckers squabbin' me and that's on 20s Plenty niggaz felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast Ask 'cause on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast Dumb-dumb don't want come test 'Cause he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side roll in two times Every nigga on the yard know 'cause' rep A straight gangsta for life and I love that It's not just a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out Lil' boy from the ghetto with you're greased up khaki's on Used to be a ball player, homie what the fuck went wrong? Used to see him on the corner daily hand up on his throne Tried to knock him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone |
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[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
Wait a minute, lonely girl They try to warn me They say you're horny Eager to give it up Take a minute, lonely girl I'll be your daddy Be what you want to be Be sure and give the cheddar to me [Warren G] She so sweet, so young But she so sprung on the fast life Whilin' out in public, subject thump about the past life Maybe that's why she don't act right So quick, so fast to fight over dick that her mother probably did last night Despite the dead beat daddy And daughter don't listen, get her ass beat badly It's so sad when my sisters get turned out And we get mad when they ass get burned out They ain't learned about an asswhoopin' down south That we used to get over Grandmama's house Open your mouth get popped right in it And this without a doubt, it don't stop, she ain't finished You know the business Switches don't raise too many fast bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] It's chilly outside I had to grab my meat Stop and think, lil' mama get your daddy a drink I know you can't wait to shake and hit the gate on the dank To hit the roll with these real ones and play or skate Nate, told you the "Game Don't Wait" I can't believe you sit at home with the frown on your face It's so young, it's so cute It's so us, it's so me, it's so you It's so we, it's on me, it's on you It's like the 1 and the 3 with no 2 It just don't sound like it just don't feel good It just don't sound right, you hardly ever understood It's the big homie, yep the one and only No need to be sad and lonely Just phone me whenever you need a lil' company You so company especially when you humpin' me Wait a minute, take a minute, think about it [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] I thought I was through with you Thought that you'd be long gone I should have knew that you wouldn't be lonely long From day one my paper grew with you How can I get through to you? I'm a hustla and I want it all I thought I was through with you Thought that you'd be long gone I should have knew that you wouldn't be lonely long From day one my paper grew with you How can I get through to you? I'm a hustla and I want it all [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Come here, baby. Mary I love you. Do it girl.
Mary Jane, Mary Jane I'm in love with Mary Jane. She's my main thing. She makes me feel alright. She makes my heart sing. And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Do you love me Mary Jane? Yeah. Whoa-oh-oh. Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Now do you think you love me Mary Jane. Don't you play no games. Mary Jane, Mary Jane I love her just the same. I love her, Mary baby, just the same. The woman plays no games. Now, now, now. I'm in love with Mary Jane. I'm not the only one. If Mary wanna play around, I let her have her fun. She's not the kind of girl that you can just tie down. She likes to spread her love and turn your head around. And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Mary Jane, Mary Jane And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Yeahhhhh! Ooowoooo. Oh baby. Oh baby. Hit me. Whoah, Mary. Only love. I love you, yeah. Whooo! Something until we give it now, lovey-dove. Uh-huh. Wow, baby! Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing it for me baby. Come Mary, Mary Jane. Sing it for me baby. |
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[Snoop Dogg]
You know sometimes in my rhymes I just feel like I has to Do what? Give ya something to mash to (allright) 'cause you know I'm the master superb superior Interior attractions, I'm maxin' relaxin' in penthouse suites with seven hos at my feet To dress me, caress me, to lead me, to guide me Protect me in, perfect be in love, don't stress me You want to roll on some jet-skis? You want to roll up some green weed? I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to scoop you up, to Snoop you up And tap that booty up [Nate Dogg] Taking a ride on the East Side Made a right on MLK What a beautiful day, what a day, what a day Ridin' high on the East Side Looking for a hoodrat today Don't you want to come out and play Come and play, come and play [Warren G] Nigga please, out on these, I'm a veteran Who stays on the beach on bicycles pedalin' Quit meddling in my business I'm a grown man I leave no witnesses, I'm a known man I understand reality to the fullest And plan on duck technicalities with a bullet I'm full of it, out in public to the max and I like it These bitches love it I gangsta rap Perhaps it's an addiction because of the non-fiction Rhymes that get written, I don't know So when cats is bullshiting and I'm steppin' it up And if it get hot in herre? I'm wetting it up If I can't enter in with my Chucks I don't need to be going If you can't make a thousand bucks, you don't need to be ho'ing I'm showing the real world some 16s Don't stop, get it girl, you a dick-fiend [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Pass the pill, and holler at Phil And make a move with Shaquille in my new Snoopdeville 'cause I'm a vet with a cool first step My game guaranteed to bust any bitch That I, want and I need and I have A lot of y'all want to come by the pad And walk on my marble floor Just to say you blew with the remarkable [Warren G] Listen to me baby doll I'm hated by many, loved by 213 Respected by all, feared by none Hon' you stuntin' with a hall Get involved with me, instantly you become bonded Then eventually you'll get taught to shoot my time (So you can hold me down) Bonnie Daddy need you bad You know what you could do with a half a key? Come on, and smash with me [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Chorus]
You got beef then go and run on up We ain't worried about nothing Half of y'all doing nothing but nothing You got beef then go and run on up We ain't worried about nothing Half of y'all doing nothing but talking Ain't it man? I'm strictly to street with it, listen to me They speak it but we did it, they hated on my "Ghetto Village" But if Stevie can see it, it must mean that I'm real with it Corporate America gotta deal with it I'm riding this 'til the finish line 213 still in this 'til they give me mine Rewind the show and watch the movie I'm mad as fuck I let this industry use me I'm a low-key OG which is well known Snoop Alfons Capone Corleone In the streets with the elite my rap sheet is hella long Let it go, naw let it 'lone You want to battle when the shadows are creapin' And if you talking about beef then nigga ain't no sleepin' The hood ain't got no Geneva either If you run off at the mouth then I'm gonna leave you breathe-less Breathless, chestless, best list' ya bastard Looking at my homies like you want to slide past them and get with me Need I warn you I'm from Dogg House motherfucking California Now if you want it like you think you do We can set up a head up and I bank ya boo Don't underestimate, a lot of suckers player-hate They know about the big D-O-double, Warren G and Nate Too much talking shit Let's get down to this list If you got beef go and run up I'm a bust him in his lip I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest Shut the fuck up and run run up [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
NOBLE JUSTICE!
[Snoop Dogg] Wooooh! Yeah! "Welcome to tha Church: Volume II" Exclusive 213 (Uh hah hah, uh hah hah) Got my nephew Nate Dogg in da house Nate Dogg holla at 'em Where you at? [Chorus (Nate Dogg):] Ridin in my car And I'm listening to the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something natural When you're alone it gets mighty cold Don't act as if you did not know She let me play with her heart I'm working late I said I'll soon be home All the while the girl was home alone Let me tell you what she crying for (Why?) 'Cause I'm fly [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly NATE DOGG! [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa [Snoop Dogg] You know he super sly But me I'm supa dupa and I'm supa dupa fly I'd be the great at this I know you waited this And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous And then you just slide by and wiz-ave You on another piz-age Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave? I know you're feeling all hurt inside But won't you talk to a playa? Let me help out your pride I'm like a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a psychologist A shrink...on a freak Peep (my) my technique And I wear minks, gator boots And I'm the rip that gets the loot And I ain't afraid to shoot And I love to toot toot Beep beep as I slide up the street I'm from the LBC and I don't know what y'all done heard about me But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too I'm a real pimp playa from the 213 crew Now look here boo If you gonna bang or hang with tha dogg You best to get in Holla at her Nate Dogg (Holla, holla) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly NATE DOGG! (Yeah) [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa [Warren G] Warren G... Three piece with a mink Gotta think my shit stinks Stacy Adams with a drink Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks So what the ladies wink You the one in the Mercedes Shotgun with the thing Coat chillin watchin "The Lion King" Crying and thangs Cus I'm with Snoop and Nate, singing, rhyming and things I'm out late cus I'm rhyming for change I ain't with dime for dames Hop back and I'm trying to aim... At everything, that be hating my fame Since regulating, been lacing the game Ain't no mistake in the game Two-one mother fuckin dwizzle sippin on the sizzle And that's for shizzle Four times for da riddles You know these bars Everywhere we go...you know who us are You could tell by the car Champagne caviar Bubble bath, I say I love you.. And I laugh [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly (super fly) NATE DOGG! [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah! It's the motherfucking 213 Blasting off on your ass Something funky funtabolous Can you dig it my bobble? Check this out one time, woo! [Chorus - Nate Dogg] (Snoop Dogg) Since we're talking about it baby Let me twist ya body like it's supposed to (Twist something, twist something, twist something) Stretch ya out and lay you sideways Pull ya hair and twist ya body ike I'm supposed to (Twist something, twist something, twist something) [Snoop Dogg] We hit the club like whatever's clever Snoop Dogg without a dime piece? Never ever Gators for the haters step to being devil real big like the VIP session shut down Then I spin on 'em, watch me twist ya bitch Slugs twist a bitch, nigga watch you sleep in a ditch Pow-pow boogie to the big bang-bang Lil' mama want to swang with the 213 gang (Number one boss playa) Hefner like Hugh, now she's evidence Splash the heffer with goo; got to do it I break a bitch, make a bitch get something Go out and twist something, come on [Chorus] [Warren G] Twist ya body, baby, kiss me, by the way, you drive me crazy Ain't nothing else that I can say Drunk as fuck, smoking a blunt Trying to focus on what you working with in the front Certain to set it off, she twurking it for the boss So positive I can hit, my niggaz is in the house Can't stop 'til I'm paid bitch, I just can't quit But look at this, I'm on the same shit, ain't it bitch? You niggaz talk a lot of shit but walk a straight line and don't fuck with the clique Bitch get out my bidness You won't witness ass niggaz get it twisted This the wrong shit to get hit with [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] (Snoop Dogg) Say hey lil' lady from around the way No bullshit, there's a party today We came, it's motherfucking 213 The lights might come on, but we don't leave Say hey lil' lady why you doing your thang? Slide over here, let me shoot you some game Go insane, when hear some music that bangs We'll get the party started while you're shaking that thang Nobody.... (nobody, nobody) Does it better... (213, 213) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] 213 Another classic hit Yeah woo Hi-Tek did that Goodnighty Hahax Get at 'em, peace! |
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from Nate Dogg - Get Up [single] (2002)
[Eve]
Can never claim to be a gangsta nigga Just gangsta Now take a sip of something Let me entertain you The smoke is for them rowdy niggas Like they want to shank ya I cock back and blast with no questions asked So just hold tight Don't let the liquor run your whole night Don't let a second of courage fuck up your whole life I play the color analyze the view Push up my glass to acknowledge just a chosen few Cuz I don't fuck with many Especially the tough ones off a glass of henny Specialy the ones always frontin that don't have a penny I run with niggas that demand respect And I'm a boss bitch most ya'll can't handle that All you can do is watch and glide And take a special type nigga to stop a stride Cuz I can't respect a nigga that soft And I bet ya'll never seen it commin Me and my nigga Nate dogg [Nate] (chorus) All the girls get up Take it too the floor Nate just bout to flow Turn it up some more All my dogs get down Let me see ya move All the girls get up Get up and get down I'm on my way to the liquor store With E-V-E and my nigga rose Got too much game to be slippin though I let you know if you didn't know Never will you be able to fuck with me Never will I ever stop bustin I'm makin G's Whenever I retire I'm gonna still be beats Shit that keep ya head bobbin People move your feet Shake that baby Driving me crazy I want that thing No ifs, ands, or maybes I might just keep it If you can keep a secret Best believe I know how to please it Twist and turn and got my body burning She ain't broke yet but homie she learnin (chorus) get up and get down its for a glock but its letting out Met in the club now we playin house I'm drunk as hell so I'm showin out Put on my glove and I knocked it out I'm so cold Way too smooth Girls they know What to do Shake that baby Driving me crazy I want that thing No ifs, ands, or maybes I might just keep it If you can keep a secret Best believe I know how to please it Twist and turn and got my body burning She ain't broke yet but homie she learnin (chorus) I know, you came to have a fuckin party I know it about time to get shit started You know, that I'm a b-aaaaa-d man Nobody can do this like I can Ain't no makin it up (chorus) |
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from The Transporter (트랜스포터) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
<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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
{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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Nate Dogg - Music And Me (2002)
[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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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
Sometimes
you feel tired feel weak When you feel weak you feel like you just give up But you gotta search within you find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you you get that motivation not to give up And not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Till I collapse I'm spillin these raps long as you feel em till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin them Cuz when I am not then I'ma stop pinnin them and I am not hip hop and I'm not just Eminem subliminal thoughts when I'ma stop sending them women are caught in webs spin em and hock venom adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop amoxacillin's just not real enough The criminal cop killin hip hop villiana minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners your comin with me feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us you hear it a lot lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzin up Fa shizzel my wizzel this is the plot listen up you bizzels forgot slizzel does not give a fuck Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Music is like magic theres a certain feeling you get when you're real and you spit an people are feeling ya shit This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold on to it cuz you may never get it again so while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over just admit when its at its end cuz I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in It goes Reggie Jay Z Tupac and Biggie Andre from Outkast Jada Kurupt Nas and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy so when I'm not 'ut on this list the shit does not offend me Thats why you see me walkin around like nothin's bothering me even though half you people gotta fuckin problem with me You hate it but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby an Whitney Nate hit me Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart what is he thinkin how not to go against me smart and its absurd how people hang on every word I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve but I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth that would be the death of me first cuz in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse thats why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching on them the track is on some battleing rap who wants some static cuz I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plague and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest so Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Until the roof the roof comes off Until my legs give out from underneath me I I will not fall I will stand tall Feels like no one can beat me |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! *For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me {*BEEP*} [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus] |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(verse 1)
I was almost head over heels I was almeost the man of your dreams And you almost had me sprung You were almost my only one (bridge) Just about had me hooked, 'til I had to take a second look Almost in love Just about had me hooked, 'til I had to take a second look Almost in love (verse 2) Girl you almost made me change my code And you almost made my pockets grow hoes Not only did you almost Make me buy you gold Downtown you almost make me go (bridge) Just about had me hooked, 'til I had to take a second look Almost in love Just about had me hooked, 'til I had to take a second look Almost in love (verse 3) The roses we picked just yesterday Seemed to have wiltered away And we've been on the ground Looking for a four-leaf clover but there's been no luck Baby I guess it's over But we almost make it to the finished line called love Almost and there's no need to raise our voices Unless we're singing in harmony But we're not 'cause there's no harmony But we almost make it almost (chorus) Almost in love Almost in love Almost in love Almost in love |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
When the cats, awake
the mice will play thats what the people say all I know is doggs play anyways cuz I play everyday you do it too dont lie soon as you're out my site I seen you creepin by while I was creepin mine while I was checkin out I saw you checkin in I shoulda knocked you out but I was with your friend x2 Because I got a girl, dont mean we can't talk Because I got a girl, dont mean I wont break you off x4 (Come On) Come on girl let me heed it (Come on) Meet me at the deli thats if you're weeded Back in the days I used to like bitches but I tell you nowadays bitches ain't shit and if you wonder why I say this I've had a few bitches and bitches think they slick runnin around, playin all my niggaz trying to split a brother from his grip got all these bustaz watchin me but I tell you right now hoe, I dont slip I'd like to give a shout out to my favorite girl but I wont you know why, because she's a trick and if I give a shout out to a sneaky bitch I got to give a shout to the nigga she's sneakin with (and all my homeys say) (Chorus x4) Because I got a girl, dont mean we can't talk (come on girl let me heed it) because I got a girl, dont mean I wont break you off (meet me at the deli thats if you're weeded) (x4) come on girl let me heed it meet me at the deli thats if you're weeded Cuz I have never met a girl that I love in the whole wide world |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(feat. Kurupt, Snoop Doggy Dogg)
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] All I know and all I do is D-P-G with the rest of my crew We thru with Milken Milli Vanilli Silly Niggaz who be rappin but they really be actin' I'm smackin' niggaz in they face For the 9-8 My DJ Warren G and my homeboy Nate The game won't wait So we paper chase And watch out for them suckas who paper-hate Try to drop some shit to keep you straight Keep my niggaz on a mission But my success, oh yes it's fresh Here's a toast to my LB for life You can call me when you wanna Or can catch me in the Navigator bendin' in the corner I representin', just like Billy Clinton I smack a bitch for my chips and dip For Dogg Pound Gangsta Click [Chorus (x2):] Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gangstaville We can give you what you need in Dogg Pound Gangstaville [Nate Dogg] Once upon a time in the land of the foolish man There lived a man who claimed to be foldin' aces in hand He played wrong once and played 'em twice And played 'em wrong again Now it's my turn to play the game And I guarantee I win Very best I have to be and I hope you understand I got my game from Gangstaville Eastside of Gangsta Land [Chorus] [Kurupt] Well you can give me half your loot, nigga Or else I'ma shoot, nigga I do what Gz do- I ride I slide, I drips double 4's fool Where's the clips You'll find I hit your spine And shake your hips with hollow tips It's the modern day me With the state of art modern day heat Mutherf**kin' modern day G No good for for sho good Put this nigga on the hood And let me put him back the f**k off Like that, you f**kin' with the Kobe Bryant of rap With a Mack 11 cocked back ready for sure, ready for war For real enter if you will In the land we call Dogg Pound Gangstaville All we do is smoke and just so you know My motto is f**k you bitch and f**k a hoe [Chorus (x3)] |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(feat. Kurupt the Kingpin)
Black people dont have no, no where to go you know, all we got to do is kick it we gonna kick it in our hood, you know what we gonna do, we might we might go kill a couple of niggaz mane you know, go in they hood and do a drive-by then come back in the hood and laugh about that stuff you know, its just a thing only how you really gonna get deep into it is when one of your homeys die just like when my partnaz died (we got some problems) (Chorus) First we pray, then we ride First we pray, then we ride He was my brother loved him like no other to top it off I introduced him to this game I knew his mother loved her like my mother part of me is gone bout take my brother home (Bridge) (what're ya gonna do) when the trials come (are ya gonna run?) are you gonna run? (what're ya gonna do) first I'm gonna pray (are ya gonna run?) you muthafuckin right (Chorus) First we pray, then we ride First we pray, then we ride (Kurupt) I aint got nuthin but love for you loccs and hogs and I ain't got nuthin but love for my muthafuckin dogs in the mist of the war zone, its on on site daylight tonight the heat held close and tight beware here I come with the DPG on my chest heat gonna spit like Elliot Ness in the darkest zone you feel alone and on your own and after I bust, niggaz call me Kurupt Coleone all I'm about is money, loot and cash homeys in the DPG Nate, Snoop and Daz now with these emotions how you approach yourself knowin you all about your wealth and as it is to health first I pray, get my thoughts intact ask for forgiveness cuz I'm bout to lay this nigga flat can you adapt, can you feel me, I doubt it cuz the closest you see it, is when niggaz write about it I can't live without it and it ain't shit I could do but stay down with the homeys in grey and blue so just keep the heat close in hand cuz I done see niggaz get shit while they homeboys ran (Nate Dogg) Heavenly father shine your light on me I know I promise to slow down on this weed Seems I remember someone used to say one life gets taken, if you take one life away (Bridge) (what're ya gonna do) when the trials come (are ya gonna run?) are you gonna run? (what're ya gonna do?) first I'm gonna pray (are ya gonna run?) you muthafuckin right (Chorus) x2 First we pray, then we ride First we pray, then we ride |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Nate Dogg)
Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them (Snoop Doggy Dogg) Every since I could remember I had friends I could depend on Clothes to lend 'em But as time went by My life got a little strange And the rules of the game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say That this game has been good to me Or even bad to me it had to be Cause tragically the way this shit Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get But my friendship with niggaz always ends up as bulshit I listen to my momma though She always tried to prepare me Byt how could she do what I I mean I'm do or die But my life on the streets That shit is suicide So to cope I got a dogg and a locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is They my homeboys ever since kids- Real friends to the end Chorus (Nate Dogg): Hangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine I've been ponderin' lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the trith man, man Them wasn't no friends of mine (Warren G) You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s That's my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E I can't forget about my nigga H to the Deezy Pressure and strikes Don't wann take no lives But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks Will make you break bizacks "Whussup homie, can I borrow some cash?" Last week I agve you 500, so kiss my ass I got a baby to feed A familly to see through And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you Homies and friends that's what they for Stayin' tight and money right And bustin' with a 44. Chorus (x2) |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
Chorus:
G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is 'cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back Damn is feels good to see Long Beach on the map Till the day I'm dead I'm gonna keep that shit real Now you niggaz know G-Funk's for real To those people who don't believe in G-funk Tried to take my style and make a quik buck here's a message to one and all Your pass is revoked Now I'm havin' a ball Any questions come and see me the king of G-Funk the one and only Congratulations you sound like Nate You took my old hook And got me paid Chorus Some people are nothin' but clones Some people have styles of their owm Some people are copycats These people can't get the mic back Can you feel me one-hitter quitters You can't copy me - I'm one in a million Call any expert and you can ask him Copy machines can't copy platinum Chorus When you feel like some cavy G-Funk You need some music to bumb in your trunk I got a baseline, a gangsta tune Put on the classics and your head will be movin' soon Chorus |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
Will the hardest man please stand, the homie stood right up
Saggin pants, gat in hand, the nigga was a nut Looney low key, O.G., been bangin from the jump Dressed in all black, ready to jack, and he still don't give a fuck A friend of of mine, he used to be, before I got caught up He used to roll with me, way back in '93, when I was broke as fuck Be prepared to blast, that's all that he ask, if he's to ride wit you We gonna make some cash, and dash, you can toss him when ya through (Chorus) The hardest man in town The hardest man in town The hardest man in town The hardest man around Little big man, don't you see me lyin here; pick me up, if you dare I'll make you're life easier, cuz I'll be pumpin fear Disrespect, you don't have to take If you see him comin, just wave me in his face But you ain't the only one that got a friend like me So hurry up, let's go, I'm kind of tired of being broke I know you gotta get paid, I can show you the way So take me home, polish the chrome Load me up, and put me to his dome I got a lot work to do, so toss me and be gone You're a big man now You're a big man now You're a big man now You're a big man now I told you once before I'm pumpin fear Nobody's gonna step to you, let them know I'm here And if you have questions in the corner of your mind Pull the trigger, and leave your questions behind (Chorus) until fade |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Chorus)
Just another day Just another day Just another day Just another day (Verse 1) Wake up early in the mornin' man Runnin' kinda' late I gotta' catch my plane Feelin' kinda' funny from the weed and thangs' Kinda' glad I woke up so I can't complain I really need a break from this paper chase But my girl ain't gonna' wait for the diamond ring My son ain't got to wait for no proper clothes So I'm gone take a trip and do a couple of shows So many different things be runnin' through my head It's mandatory that I keep my family fed On come the stompin' boots and I'm out there again Seems like this crazy pace is never gonna' end. (Chorus) Just another day Just another day Just another day Just another day (Verse 2) I'm on a mission man, I'm fired up They let me taste it man And now I'm hooked Ain't nobody standin' on the wall I bust the way I bust because the feel it ya'll People got opinions all about me ya'll Got a lot of girls so they call me dogg Constantly around me is friends and foes Say the wrong thing bet I bust your nose I gotta' give give it up to niggaroes Even thought at times we fuck the same hoes All the other niggas I'ma let you know Ain't no player hatin' go for what you know And if you see a girl that I'd like to lay Feel free to send her my way (Chorus) Just another day Just another day Just another day Just another day (Bridge) If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like. If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like. (Bridge) And we can do it all night i bet I hit it just right (Chorus) Just another day Just another day Just another day Just another day |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Chorus x4)
I gonna make I'm gonna make my money (money) From the time that I was only seventeen I knew I loved to write, I knew I loved to sing, I've seen I've seen about my friends and all the gangsta things we did, we did Back in those days there was some who always said You'll never make it no, you'll never get ahead of time I guess I'm going for mine, contrary to what they said and I did this is just to let you know (Chorus x4) I gonna make I'm gonna make my money (money) No matter what they say to me, I'm gonna make my money And anyone who don't believe, best stay away from me Been on a mash for currency, since 1993 There ain't no way you stopping me I'm determined as I can be And if my funds get low again one thing I can guarantee you catch me by the corner store sellin badass bags of weed Not because I think it's cool, or because I think it's neat It boils down to one simple fact, me and mines have got to eat (Chorus x4) I gonna make I'm gonna make my money (money) (x4) Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk Tell me have you ever heard Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate (repeats through chorus) Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk Tell me have you ever heard (Chorus x4) I gonna make I'm gonna make my money (money) |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Chorus)
If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world you know what I'd do Take a million dollars out the bank, would you give a half a million to the chronic man Yes I would do it, cause I can If this were my world you know who I'd screw all the motherfuckers that be screwin you Not that I'm trying to get elected man I would set trip because I can If this were my world the holidays would be one for famous black folk and one for me Just in case you dont know who I be Make a holiday for the G-Funk king If this were my world things would go my way Every single day I'd have one more day And if ever anybody got in my way All I can say is first we pray - first we pray (Chorus) If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world you could bet I'd clown Have a mini mansion in every town Fan mail comin in from all around Asking me where did I get that gangsta sound If this were my world it would only be me Standin on the top of the industry Bouncin like a baller over tight-ass beats Remind yourself that can't nobody can bust like me If this were my world everyday there'd be another young brother claimin D.P.G. Raised from the gutter taught to make money Why do niggaz talk about what they can't see If this were my world I'd take my gangsta name Set it at the top right next to fortune and fame Finally I got myself up out of them chains If they lock you up don't let em capture your brain (Chorus) If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world, you now what I'd do Buy me a spaceship and a condo on the moon If this were my world, I'd have a low low crew We'd go roll your hood and do what gangstas do If this were my world (Chorus) x2 If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world If this were my world (If this were my world) My world |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
Chorus(Nate): Never Leave me alone (never leave me alone) Leave me alone (never leave me alone) never leave me alone (Never leave me aloooone) leave me alone (Never leave me alone) Never leave Me alone Verse 1 (Nate Dogg): They tell me that temptation.....ooh, is very hard to resist You tell me that you want me....I tried to hide my feelings, D-O-G's ain't supposed to feel like this You can call it what you want to....But I don't even know what it is You've got me singin' in the morning....you bring me breakfast in my bed and when it hurts you rub my head I'll ask you one time only....baby, won't you be there when it's hectic When I don't have a hit record (Never leave me alone) Chorus Verse 2 (Nate Dogg): I've traveled so many places....I've seen so many faces There were times I didn't think I'd make it through (alone) I went through so many phases....that got me so many cases Three strikes you're gonna' then what you gonna do I guess I'll call my lady....and tell her to kiss my baby They tell me that crime is all I know how to do Tell him his daddy's sorry....let him know all about me There's one more thing I'd really like for you to do Chorus Verse 3 (Snoop Dogg) Somebody was naughty when they snitched on me And the judge just sentenced me to do about a century I'm mobbin' through the county mainline back in 9500 just tryin' to handle mine Spittin' game at the homies about the good ol' days As we try to pass time waiting for the chain to Chino I see no reason to cry but I miss my baby boo And my nigga Spanky too It's true that the dirt I did from an O.G. to a snotty nose kid Got me caught up in the rapture like maze days gone by And real G's gon cry But I try to walk the yard with my head to the sky And hope my baby boo ain't fuckin niggas on the outside But what's the chance it ain't crackin If I was out and she was in I'd probably be mackin I can't lie So I say I would now my girl in a world of playahood A playa should show a nigga love and look our But the niggas I know would probably turn your ass out So keep away better yet stay away And hope I get out one day, OK But if I don't I guess this is home My girl is trippin she got a block on the phone (chorus) |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Nate Dogg) (Barbara Wilson)
Homey it's rainin Ten below zero Kinda cold outside (Kinda cold outside) Yes it is cold (Kinda cold outside) Tornado, hurricane, and high tide (And a high tide, and a high high tide) I tell you why homey Had a homeboy, down with me or so he said (Or so he said, that's what he said) Yes he did homey But as it turned out He wasn't down with Nate Dogg (No, no) He was down with bread (He was down with bread, all for himself) You know what's wrong You, need to take your bad ass home It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm Do you remember home? (Do you remember home?) Has it been that long (Has it been that long?) since you been gone? (Since you been gone) Won't you come back home Seems like it was yesterday (Yesterday) when you lost your way (When you lost your way) And let your homies hang (Let your homies hang) All the while you got paid Do you respect family? Do you know what that mean? To give everythang and not expect to receive I gave all I had (All I had) It really makes me mad (Makes me mad) to think I've been had (I've been had) Let's forget about the past But you know what's wrong You, need to take your bad ass home It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm (Nate Dogg) I will lift my voice And forever sing Music gives me joy May we always reign And if I lose my way May my family place a foot where I can taste a bitter sweet embrace You know what's wrong You, need to take your bad ass home It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, oh homey It's never too late, to go back, to where you come from, mmm |
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from Nate Dogg - G-Funk Classics Vol.1 & 2 (1999)
(Chorus)
No matter where I go I'm lettin' people know No matter where you go the grass is always green No matter what you say You gotta' release the chains I think it's time I set my spirit free (Verse 1) No matter where I go I'm lettin' people know That the pace is never stalling Even if the sky is falling I'll never be afraid As long as I keep my faith Even if I am still crawling Won't be mad 'cause some are balling But man without the trust, without the loyalty When you watch your dog just starving Don't get mad when they start barkin' Here's a suggestion man Why don't we just wash our hands 'Cause I'm peepin' other pastures I think it's time I'm my own master. (Chorus) No matter where I go I'm lettin' people know No matter where you go the grass is always green No matter what you say You gotta' release the chains I think it's time I set my spirit free (Verse 2) Long ago I told my homie Some people are so damn phony Sure as the wind blows They'll try to take your dough On and on man they just keep comin' 'Til I'm dead man I'm never runnin' Fear I just don't know If it's your time you gotta' go But what about the trust what about the loyalty When the have no respect for you It's fuck 'em or call your lawyer Here's a suggestion man Why don't' we just wash our hands 'Cause I'm peepin' other pastures I think it's time I'm my own master. (Chorus) No matter where I go I'm lettin' people know No matter where you go the grass is always green No matter what you say You gotta' release the chains I think it's time I set my spirit free (Bridge) Here's to my family Here's to the ones I really love Here's to the inmates And that's who made Death Row #1 Here's to the foundation And that's where, where it started from Here's to real freedom They tell me makin' music's fun When you got no shackles on your feet (Chorus) No matter where I go I'm lettin' people know No matter where you go the grass is always green No matter what you say You gotta' release the chains I think it's time I set my spirit free |
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