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(feat. Nate Dogg)
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last nights p*ssy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about whos your man and who isnt
Maybe its necessary...maybe youre overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some go before ya
N threats are honestn with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know its possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But theres nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till the end (whoa)
fk a bill, fk a b*tch, fk a benz (my friend....whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
Verse 2: Lloyd Banks
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
Ive done watched a nigg* go from BET to the brickss**t
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigg* u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these been jockin mine lately
N I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this s**t behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n these trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till the end (whoa)
fk a bill, fk a b*tch, fk a benz (my friend....whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
Verse 3: Lloyd Banks
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here youd know why
Theres frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media fkin me up, right hookin my high
hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping n cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things theyve been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you aint tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
Ive got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed thats grown...homes
You wont know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u cant compare the doe
And if its only one b*tch dont even share a hoe
Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till the end (whoa)
fk a bill, fk a b*tch, fk a benz (my friend....whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Lets toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
After Chorus: Nate Dogg
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na (Whoaaaaaaa)
If you my nigg* you my nigg* till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
