"Welcome to tha Church: Volume II" Got my nephew Nate Dogg in da house
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?)
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa
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 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 And I wear minks, gator boots And I'm the rip that gets the loot And I ain't afraid to shoot 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 If you gonna bang or hang with tha dogg Holla at her Nate Dogg (Holla, holla)
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa
Gotta think my shit stinks Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks You the one in the Mercedes Coat chillin watchin "The Lion King" 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 Four times for da riddles Everywhere we go...you know who us are You could tell by the car Bubble bath, I say I love you..
Yeah he super sly (super fly)
Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa