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Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what else to do, so I'm here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate
Pulling on this 8ball suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain
on the dessert
All dogs go to
Til (smoke weed 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
Them like kin to me
When move, I move
We a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop 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 to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, 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 under 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 Warren G with no Nate
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 they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all
Now when I a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i know these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I a few swishas
And the game will be the same without him
I'm just mad he aint here to hop ont he R.E.D

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

(Hold Up)