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Rolling up a banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what else to do, so I'm sittin'
Rolling up a swisha Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tryna the pain away
Hand on the
All dogs go to
Til then (smoke everyday)

Aftermath studio,
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was
One of my favourite
n-ggas like kin to me
When they move, I
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg
10 later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'mma get high and just drink til this 40
But I wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't bring him if I tried
So we just rolling up a

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG no 8Ball
I wanna see that R.I.P tatt
that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better that
Can you believe where they killed BIG at
Now he at N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go of you we all blow
Now when I a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don't know these new
Bout to roll an ounce of kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will be the same without him
I'm just mad he here to hop ont he R.E.D album

[Game - 3]
I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his
Tryna get my what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters I say so
Shed tear, for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, and Dre know
I the West Coast down, thats why he signed me
And Nate came hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing smoke up in the
Kinda hard to concentrate you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow a man
Next day he
Life repeats itself again and again
Uncle's cousins and his
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a
But one for sure, everybody gotta go
When my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)