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 would fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
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16 in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dog is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they dropp’n and yelll’n it’s a tad bit late Nate Dog and Warren G had to regulate
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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
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I'm tweaking Onto a whole new level G-Funk Stept towards 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
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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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The Blues has always been totally American As American as apple pie As American as The Blues As American as apple pie The question is why? Why should he Blues be so at home here? Well, America provided the atmosphere
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Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holla to my sisters on welfare 2Pac cares, if don't nobody else care And, I know they like to beat you down a lot When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe him