in her eyes. And I just cant stop from coming back..... And you can tell her, that I wrote this song about her. And I feel like nothing without her, and
If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it...then you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you
a complicated situation Are you listening to me? You can change your number and your address Tell your roommates to tell me you left You can say you went
doin' it over here All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here I can
that aint you, (Aww Noo) nigga you actin out of character, reading from a movie script, cross me, and Imma have to do you from the uzi grip your shits
you get large Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed Run in ya crib and duck tape you and ya broad And don't leave prints so jakes
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp
newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
want asked the lord like way I can't see my grandmother's face no more and why I can't seem to live without her and if I pray could he sent her back
stuck like Chuck and I won't even try Over high, eleven five I've been smokin all day you can tell from my eyes Smoke in my lung you can feel it in my
with it And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Right back, baby girl I know you like that You try to hide it but you
Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the
on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though
what you get for tryin to badger me And anybody else that wanna sweat me I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me You better pray they never see
crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance
