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[Nate Dogg]
I got love... I got love...
I got love... I got love...
I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be rollin wit me
They know game - play, no, games, cause, ain't nobody playin wit me
I got love - I, got, love, for my niggaz on my family tree
I got love - love for the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before, you gon' still gon' be down wit me
I got game - I, got, game, cause, the game was given to me
Say my name - say, my, name, cause, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up - give, it, up, if, you like the way I'm rhymin this beat
I don't know - know nuttin better, chasin my chedder
If you in love wit 'em -- you ain't never listened to me
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh, wah-ooooh
Captain say - cap-tain, say, a, hooker cause she hangin on me
She can't hang - she, can't, hang, cause I ain't lookin fo' a wifey
Just in case - just, in, case, I, better take a weapon wit me
And these hoes - keep cover, down for whatever
If she stress me some more, though I leave her have leave her dead in the
street
Run me how? Run, me, how? Cause, haters they be all in the mix
And they know - where, they, go-in, ain't gon' get no better than this
Can't they see? Can't, they, see, we, ain't some niggaz they wanna diss?
D.P.G. - though I'll love a trick never, treat a bitch never
I told you before, so you better not be fuckin wit me
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Platinum chains - plat-inum, chains, is, all you ever see on my neck
Diamond ring - dia-mond, ring, as, long as I can keep every check
All the same - All, the, same, as, long as you don't ever forget
I was taught in the ghetto, wear a tight bellow
If she head for the stash, I always got this pistol wit me
Cap-tain, say, we, bustin to a hell of a beat
Then we came - then, we, came, cause, they base'll knock you off of your
feet
Just that deep - just, that, deep, I, betcha we be movin ya feet
Voice kinda mellow, place, from the ghetto
If you still want some more, go and get the (?) and see...
I got love... I got love...
I got love... I got love...
I got love... I got love...
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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 ain't home (man ain't home)
You can call me baby (call me baby)
You can let me know (let me know)
You ain't had none lately (had none lately)
Lemme in your backdoor (let me in your backdoor)
[Verse 1]
Meanie walks out the door
Meanie act like he don't 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 ain't nobody's slave
When your days get lonely
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
He ain't never gone change
He still be playing them games
You can do the same thang
Girl I won't say a thang
If you don't tell, I wont tell
We gave in life, what the hell
We both want the same thang
Ain't no need to complain
When your days get lonely
[Chorus] - 3X
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[Chorus - Lil' Mo and Nate Dogg w/ variations]
[Both] A gangsta's for every day
[Mo] So make sure that you keep it, G-A-N-G-S-T-A
[Both] And now that I know the game
[Mo] 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 thangs
One out of three, yep a third of 'em bang
The other motherfuckers they be slanging at [?]
Always out for money 'cause the money's the game
Eastside 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
Recognise 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 playa, a playa told Nate, and
Nate just said to me
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Nate Dogg reppin'
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 for 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 bandanas
Livin' amongst the most scandalous on the planet (Yo!)
[Chorus x2]
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Thanks to Tomek for submitting the lyrics
I pledge allegiance, to all my homies
Who may never love a hoe, and never will
I give my body and I give my soul
to the funk may the funk never end
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[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance, to all my homies
Who may never love a hoe, and never will
I give my body and I give my soul
to the funk may the funk never end
[Verse 1: Nate Dogg]
I pledge allegiance! to paper chases
to hustlers who be steady pulling tables
peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you
I'm serving paper, see ya later
I guess that's one more day I can't be faited
you can test, get distant populated
Ain't no question, I'm going to fuck with this
I do it for the funk of it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 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 cuz it got me ballin'
game don't wait so I'm not stallin'
I'm still dissin' she's still callin'
[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
See this is frontline, no turning back now
I'm about to score, this is swore on the track now
give me my vest and my ammo and my mack now
I'm about to spit it and lord I'm about to get it in the worst way
slay competition, move the opposition
back wake the fuck up, cuz when I get beyond enemy lines
I might slap that ass like john kennedies mind
though shall now get caught, that's the remedy
this effect of wounds, on my last bottle of hennesy
bleed to let the seeds, remember my memories
it's killed to 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
it's no breathin' salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance, cuz
[Chorus & Verse 2 Together]
[Chorus]
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[Jermaine Dupri]
Cmon
Dance with me baby girl x2
Cmon
Dance with me baby girl x2
[Verse 1: Nate Dogg]
Man I was dancing, prancing, laughing, bouncing, swinging, moving, grooving
Cause the music's booming
Macking, tryna get some action, packing, acting
Manish, drinking, twigging, winking, peeping,
Seeking a freak for the evening, really feeling way to horny
Reaking from the weed I'm tokin, 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 she didn't knew 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 aint 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 dodging, 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 siren)
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked, that's it
[Verse One: Nate Dogg]
All night long, I had her on her back in my Cadillac bro
You should of heard her moan, same old song
I made her throw her back out when I sent her home
For better or worse she's
[Chrous: Nate Dogg]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked that's 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 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
Nigga Nate Dogg pimp game please don't 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 my honey comb
Smokin and drinkin dyin to please me
While real playas keep playin on
[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
Playas play on
Keep playin on
Ladies playin on, play on
Keep playin on
Playas play on, play on
Ladies play on, play on
Keep playin on
Your wife, is my bitch
Your love, is my trick
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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[Chorus]
Can't nobody
Do you like we do
Can't nobody
Do you like we do
[Kurupt]
Pistols and penitentiaries
Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin
Spead dumpin lead bustin
Tell me you wanna 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 cuz
[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 wanna 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 y'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 wanna sing
Something about the chronic
Knocks me off my feet
That's real chronic baby
[Chorus 2X]
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[Nate Dogg]
Another short story
When he be acting bad, don't he make you mad
Wanna 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 cuz she's to strong
I keep my mind on my monay
And everything else is just find someone else to play her game
I like new skirts and he's like her name
You can have some if you want, hey no kissing
Oooh 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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Thanks to Tomek for submitting the lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm from the jungle with the concrete streets
You don't wanna 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 thang changed
Still rollin on Dana Danes
Still packin steel claimin DPG
I always keep my thang
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 ya'll
Nate D, O, double G
Bangin 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
Ooh 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 bangin 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 2X]
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[Chorus: Nate]
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 wit me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
[Verse 1:Nate]
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 missin'
Niggaz playin' that hate game we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man we keep it pimpin'
That one comin' wit me man
I got love,
I got love fore the 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
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Now ever since ruffles had ridges,
Ludas had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
MЁ¦nages wit sistas
Veins popin' 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?
Tech 9 incense say for instance
You in the distance hit em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' more 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
So just in case you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
Caus you was talking that yak and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Mrs. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus]
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(feat. Tha Eastsidaz, Snoop Dogg)
Thanks to Tomek for submitting the lyrics
[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 Dum, Ditty Doo
[Verse 1: 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, cuz 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 cant fuck with the
D-0-double, yes indeed thats I
The fizzi, I do it till the day I dizie!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
We keep this popping
Still hit droppin
Comin strong just as long
as the beat knockin
Lookin at the clock wont do no good now
Everybody party cuz we out of the hood now
Fred Red, hick, Goldie on the 2-way
Tell me whats crackin
And see what Snoop say
The coupe lay boomin in the parkin lot
And I'm pullin dime pieces off of the top
Eshine, Evine, Candy Pam
Maisha, Tisha, Sandra, Ann
So mans call for alchohol
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 wanna turn me on
Well you did, lets play
You wanna share it wit a friend
Just admit it, 3-way
Ooh, 3-way, on the freeway
The G way, fuck what he say
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tray Deee]
Do I like it?(Yes)
Do I mean it?(No)
Let me hook this double thing up
real quick, "ILUVIT"
Pussy always make my day flows move
If I dont 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 dont 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 washin up the 'lac"
Jumped in my shit, hit the switch, start smashin
Headed to another spot to fuck some more asses
All my niggas like doin 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 2x]
[Snoop Dogg]
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
[Nate Dogg]
Ditty Dum Ditty Doo
[Snoop Dogg]
Say it, Say it
Say it brothers
Say it, say it brothers
Wessyde!
[Nate Dogg]
Ditty Dum Ditty Doo
[Snoop Dogg]
Say it bubba
Yeah, yeah yeah
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle
Put the pieces to the pizzle!
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[Nate Dogg]
Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed
I need it homie oh so fast
That last bag was the best weed I've ever had
Bass so deep, I can't even seem to feel my feet
Girls so fine, I can't help it got to make this one mine
I hit em with my, gangsta leans
They can't seperate my music from me
[Chorus]
Music and me (3x)
Music, my music and me
[Nate Dogg]
Time does change, but the music it remains the same
I hit em with the music from the slave
Oh my goodness, what my ancestors gave
I don't want to think I don't know
They thought me how to reach deep down and touch the soul
Without my music, where would I be
You thought me how to cry and still remain a G
You keep alot of soldiers at ease
And together the next next level proceed
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Music and me, go together perfect harmony
Soft at mellow, oh so hearted to make your sweet kiss explode
Stay with me, and together we will live out this dream
My music and me
Music and me (4x)
My music and me
Music and me (4x)
My music and me
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Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)
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
[Fabolous]
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
[Nate Dogg]
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
[Kurupt]
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
[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save A, Hooker 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
[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
C'mere let's con-verse, 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, repeatin 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.!
[Nate Dogg]
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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