Nate Dogg lyrics
Nate Dogg lyrics
"Real Pimp feat Ludacris Lyrics"
Living In The World Lyrics
Living in this fantasy, working with reality, I have come back here again,to touch the sun and feel the rain, Invitations, conversations,friends to make me strong, I've seen that light, and i watch it shine, living in the
Living in this fantasy, working with reality, I have come back here again,to touch the sun and feel the rain, Invitations, conversations,friends to make me strong, I've seen that light, and i watch it shine, living in the
Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
[Nate Dogg]
Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme
Shakedown Lyrics
(Victom)Aye aye yo, don't you know X dog, I knew you knew X, Aye I'm gone tell X on you, Aight you can have my jacket, you can have my jacket, (Robber) Yo throw me the watch man throw me the watch,
a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta
(Victom)Aye aye yo, don't you know X dog, I knew you knew X, Aye I'm gone tell X on you, Aight you can have my jacket, you can have my jacket, (Robber) Yo throw me the watch man throw me the watch,
a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta
Then Came Lo Mein Lyrics
There were lean times, they were tough There were mean times they were rough And the good times didn't outweigh the bad I was sad you were bitter But you were no quitter
files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
[Ludacris]
Uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shimp, lobster
A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smell right, what can I spray?
Tec-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to ya tummy, 2 to ya throat
And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
'Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus
There were lean times, they were tough There were mean times they were rough And the good times didn't outweigh the bad I was sad you were bitter But you were no quitter
files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
[Ludacris]
Uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shimp, lobster
A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smell right, what can I spray?
Tec-9 incense, say for instance
Commotion Lyrics
Traffic in the city turns my head around. No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown. CHORUS: Com, commotion, Git, g
Traffic in the city turns my head around. No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown. CHORUS: Com, commotion, Git, g
See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to ya tummy, 2 to ya throat
And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
'Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus