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Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
Pulling on this contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know else to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
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 n-ggas kin to me
When they move, I
We a centipede
when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods segregating
And like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'mma get high and drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta 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
Thats like MJG no 8Ball
I wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that 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 codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they BIG at
Now he at where D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all
Now I need a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample old shit, i don't know these new n-ggas
to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the will never 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
tear, thats for Nate bro
Cali never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, 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 sitting here on the end
a child is born, tomorrow he's a man
Next day he
Life cycle repeats itself again and
Uncle's and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a
But one things for sure, everybody go
When my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)