(Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Smash through, do what ya do, and what ya want to) (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies 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 looking at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailing on police rides, cause Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You goin' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's
I got love for, my homies who be rolling with me Play no games cause, ain't nobody playing with me I got love for, my niggas on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still goin' be down with me
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic 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, socking all y'all is a hobby Got 'em lounging in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies 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
Captain Save A, Hooker cause she hanging on me She can't hang cause, I ain't looking for a wifey Just in-case