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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[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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[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)
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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[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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[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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[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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[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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[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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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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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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[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)
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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