Street Kings: Nate Dog Edition

La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress

La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
La-da-da-da-dahhh
You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
With Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...

Hold up, waiiiiiiit
For my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don't, playyy
We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyy
For my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
Heyyyeyyy....
...smoke weed everday!

Yo, one for the treble
Two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace

Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold (oh no)
The funk might fracture your nose

Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim
I independently laid down and played my game
My own two raise my flame
Cause dick ridin' ain't my thing
I earned what they said I wouldn't
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin' it and their whole grill is cookin'
Mad cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings
When ya'll was askin' permission I just stepped up and took it
What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price ain't comin' down
And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now
Cause in a minute there's gonna be some real trouble coming out
Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
It's a shame that jealous gays is too short to see it
But when their face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent
Or dirty like the 7-1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evening
You keep on scheming, making me some more reasons
To have the women in your mama's church screamin' "Lord Jesus!"
Harder than ya'll cause I'm smarter than ya'll
I know that deep down it's got to be bothering ya'll
Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than ya'll
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all

Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
From Queens to (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages and wackness, foul rats is blazin'
And it amazes - me how you claim thug,
But go two ways without Skytell pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays
Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's
Plus what I vent is just, what you must defend is evil aim, uh
Halleluja, Pharoahe Monch'll tool ya
Maintain the same frame of mind school ya
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'ma quit the rip ya reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbalized
Mos is coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dose is just leaving you mentally unfocused here
Emcee's just come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "catch a beat down"
Don't be hesitant sound cracks to sediment
It's evident we're medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's definite when I'm in it
All window's is tinted, how you seeing me when I'm in it
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's slows blows shows like afros
We hate ya'll though
That's why Nate Dogg goes

Oh No
Niggas ain't scare to hustle
It's been seven days the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
From Queens to (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose

Ah man,
Ey game, don't tell me you love her
(i mean I like the bitch I don't love her)
Next thing you know you gun be all boogo upped with her and shit
(fuck that)

[Chorus: x2]
Girl ill do anything to make you feel special
Man its easy to see you special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special

L.A.X. to J.F.K. that's where it all happened
Caught you walkin' out that Gucci store in Manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls
I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls
It was me against the world, baby girl
You had dreams of startdiling,
The prince of Compton meets the queen of Harlem
First date at mr choas it was coushier? I would coach ya
La pearl, Gucci, Lou, Finde, Prada, Dolce
Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas
Meclarin or rover, fuck it ma lets tear up the highway
Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off
Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house
Jeans painted with the waist cut out
You rockin' the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with (bed sty way)"?
And girl I'm not trying to excite you,
I'm tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you
Ya

[Chorus: x2]

I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk
The way you smile, the way you swingin' them hips when you walk
The way you look, the way you ride when you workin' them thighs
The way you lickin' your lips when you look in my eyes
You down for me, I'm down for you
You go down on me, ill go down on you
I want to do all the things that your man won't do
I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you
Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes
Show you how to gangsta lean when the Lambo move
I'll take you to new york city, Atlanta too
Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers through
And you know

[Chorus: x2]

Let me tell you bout the birds and bees
How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys
Your boyfriend don't like me, cause he don't get a fourth of my cheese
And you can take back the Porsche and his keys
Hop in the range rover, you ain't gotta force him to leave
I gotta chrome four four on my jeans
You got Gucci frame covering the mark on your face
Cause he don't want you to leave and I don't want you to stay
Sometimes I want to snatch that nigga out the C-L-K
I know he treating you like k-ci did Mary j
I want to ease ya pain, kick off your Lou Sandles
Let me, whip your tears with my g-unit bandanna
Make me want to peal you out them jeans when you rockin' 'em
Its "me and my girlfriend" like Tupac and them
Jay-z and Beyonce or bobby and Whitney
We the oh 5 Bonnie and Clyde, you feel me

[Chorus: x2]

I'm a B-L-double-O-D
Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P
Inside a Ferrari with the D-are-E
Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G
Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-why-see
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggas in Timbs
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones
in Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from}
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch"
She get them birds past, I put her in first class
And tell her to carry on that Duni and Burke bag
She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag
And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags
Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin'
I lay niggas out like creased khakis
In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin'
I got the whole N-why-see saggin'

[Chorus]
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels)

y'all niggas got it fucked up
What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher?
Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus
Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel 'cause'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can see-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love"
(If you don't know) I painted the Rover black
The West coast is back, I can smoke to that
Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact
I bought the house, I'm just waitin' on the platinum plaques
niggas lookin' for a cat to jack
Homey I'm willin' to do two life sentences back to back
So please don't push me
You niggas is W-N-B-A, all pussy

[Chorus: x2]