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

[Game 2]
Allstar weekend, I Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats MJG with no 8Ball
I wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we 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 area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this they killed BIG at
Now he at where D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna for
I sample old shit, i don't know these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the without him
I'm just mad he aint to hop ont he R.E.D album

[Game - 3]
I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, Lay Low
to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters I say so
Shed tear, thats for bro
will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the Coast down, thats why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing 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 again and again
Uncle's and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to in a Benz
But one things for sure, gotta go
When my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)