- Nate Dogg I Got Love (Remix) 歌詞
- Nate Dogg
- Written by：N. Hale/R. Harrell
I got love
Have you love
Gang sta nate
Young got ti
F A B
With the D O double G three fobubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes B low double Gs
Hit three foclubs 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 gonsee 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 gonbe 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 b**ches that strip for bucks
Got no love for half these dudes spitting
Other half dont live it see I talk about it b**ch
I got slugs play Brutus Popeye your a**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 your chick 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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