Lyrics:
Half of the time i don’t even wanna talk allá know is motherfuck da law
Now I just think to myself lord I swear I felt hell
Know I need no one else can’t
thing as best
Ruthlessly being you is the coolest thing you can do
Stick to it
Don't stress
What I do is let thoughts tie into instrumental loops like
can't believe that the same girl you let go
Could change so in this little while
But don't she look great in a new dress I bought her
And don't she look
rhymes
My God know
I'm a real Don Dada
Let me teach behind ya
Shorty looking fine
Yeah that's my Lady
And I want her
Aye Say
And who that
You miss your
you cry for your nigga, baby?
Ayy (ayy), baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that?
What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin' (uh-uh)
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup-a
Perk, perk, perk, perk you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill your cup
I'm a,
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Yesterday in West L.A
A sexy thing strayed on way
She tried to take me by the hair
She tried to make me her lover pair
Let em know
up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even
don't claim to speak perfect Spanish
But I do know a few lines (a few lines)
This female's slicker than your average
And I gotta make her mine
So,
of persistence
Fuck outa here with that wack shit
Your hits are more like some soft kicks
I don’t know who told you this
But you’re trash take it for what it is
Yeah Let's Get Dangerous
I stay classic dude you know my bars will not rust
Are you burning paper
Yate mayne I am sparking bucks
Watch a playa swing
by they tongues when I sung
Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to say no to this
I don't know how to say no to this
But my God, she looks so helpless
And her body's saying, "Hell, yes"
Whoa
No, show me how
stopped (Uh huh)
Won't be stopped
[Mase] Let's dance again let's dance again
Let's dance again
[Puff] Don't know how to stop
[Mase]
)
And the thing go ratta (buck, buck)
Came from the jungle
We hot but we humble
You want to reach out to her
Just put down your number (brrrr)
If she's not
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Yesterday in West L.A
A sexy thing strayed on way
She tried to take me by the hair
She tried to make me her lover pair
Let em know
motherfucking spray
I'm with yo girl and she know that I'm great
I'm staying on my pivot I'm ready to spray
I'm from the streets and you know I don't play
We
that I am the one
I got perks in the class and a limitless gun
That boy know not to try me, I do this for fun
Check this
Check this
Check one
Yea, Let's
sheets
And some Rick Owens that's unreleased
Got a big ass chain and
My gang goes underneath
Know that it's a classic if Cardo on the beat
Look
walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know
of your life?
Pour some hot sauce on me baby.
Because I could go all night.
Do you want it slow?
Do you want it deep?
Baby let me know.
Cause I'm here for
it's up
I'm not a smuck
I'm trying to make big
big big big bucks
I got a bad bad bad bitch she smug
I know all the plugs so I don't need a plug
I know
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