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Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
Pulling on 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a swisha Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the 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 memories
Them like kin to me
When they move, I
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his like Kennedy
I was Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and were segregating
And just like y'all, I used to tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate down
Damn, he was only 41 so get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas die
If we living God
Maybe he in the sky and I couldn't bring him back if I tried
So we rolling up a swisha

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

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

(Hold Up)