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- I got love [remix] - remix 歌詞 Nate Dogg
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- Nate Dogg I got love [remix] - remix 歌詞
- Nate Dogg
- I got love
Have you love
Gang sta nate
Young got ti
F A B
With the D O double G three fo bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes B low double Gs
Hit three fo clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees
Dont speak the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees ski Os double Ds Dont know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double Vs please no slugs to squeeze
F A B told you Im a rider but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean when I roll through in a rider You looking at a coast to coast G I got love but I still stash the toaster closely
We bailing on police rides cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side Please believe it believe it please
You gon see arms come out like sleeveless Ts I got love I got love for my homies who be rolling with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz aint nobody playing with me
I got love
I got love for my niggas on my family tree
I got love Down with the ghetto down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon be down with me Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats yeah Contriceptic unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip Like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy bobby socking all yall is a hobby Got em lounging in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers I got love
And all the homies round up throw the pound up Kurupt out to show yall how to strut like what I got love Pros they adore me I keep all pros looking for me Alive to tell this story and I
And who am I be the agostra gotti
Sinatra sloss sling soldiers Captain save
Captain save a er cuz she hanging on me She cant hang
She cant hang cuz I aint looking for a wife
Just in case
Just in case I better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get clever down for whatever If she stress me some more Ill leave the heffer down in the street I got love for chucktailors and converse
Cmere lets con verse I mean where you heard those words first I got blunts my niggas put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work I got love crips and bloods chick wholl splitcha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks Got no love for half these dudes spitting Other half dont live it see I talk about it bitch I got slugs play Brutus Popeye your ass reach for my spinach You see how Im eating contenders Im grown up yall children Im more original More lyrical plus dog
I got hugs for fans waving they hands repeating my sentence My times now eat when Im finished As for yall you you oppose no threat
Got yourchick hollering Brett I got love
I got game cuz the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz aint nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if you like the way Im rocking this beat I dont know
Know nothing better chasing my cheddar
If you aint loving the boy you aint never listened to me
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