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E-40

Sinister Mob

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Nate Dogg
I don't know if you don't, but I know
Whenever the wind blows
I be chasin all of my cheese
Think I'm lyin? Silly ne-gro please
My is out to get rich
Better watch out man, cause they sick
Somebody better get this d*ck
I'm about to get Sic'Wid dis s**t
Although them is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some is famous man some is out for they G's
Some is lovin hookers man some send hoes to they knees
Some will rescue a b*tch
some skanless 'll let the hoe bleed

Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg
If you gon' ride nigg* go'n ride (zzzzoom)
If you gon' hide nigg* go'n hide (witcho' b*tch-ass)
If you gon' shoot nigg* go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo)
If you gon' spook nigg* go'n spook

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The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make
noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape
They so, lost, bodies bagged up
Streets, blocked off, victims AIRlifted up
Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins
Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends
And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason
But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin
So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there
Ain't no jobs provided, so I'ma blame the mayor
Sinister mob, throughout the town
Y'all grew up on this s**t, y'all love the sound
Y'all threw up on the s**t, all on the tar
Got you twisted with the s**t, dang near wreck yo' momma's car
Dirty needles, welfare checks
Poverty, despair, housin projects

Chorus

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Smeb with me, and Nate Dogg
M.D. 20/20 seeded and breeded turf hog
Took a 40 to the head with me
Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall
*glass breaks* I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it
A little sk*nk from the other side picked it up and kissed it like
*smooch* Good luck, you deserve it and you makin it
Even though, my boyfriend he'll be hatin it
I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses
I sport ice, cost mo' than houses
I'm nothing close to bein fake
I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game
but it's too late
I'm on my way to my (where) studio session
Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception
Changin gears, super size
Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride

Chorus

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Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass
Power heated side through mirrors, drop back airbags
Off the new with the stump
My Cadillac DTS Deville 32 valve ain't no punk
Get up outta here some ol' jacklin as* square
hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel
I said I ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper
Potnah I was built for battle
And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah I ain't playin
You get your head put on flat, think it's a game
I got choppers done fked with jelly jars
Screwed a few, girls in my car
A temper problem, I can't hide
Issues, violence, problems deep inside

Nate Dogg
Although them is tight as tight as me they never will be
So what some is famous man some is out for they G's
Some is lovin hookers man some send hoes to they knees
Some will rescue a b*tch
some skanless 'll let the hoe bleed

Chorus - 1.5X

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