[Ice Consider this an invitation, to my Gangsta
[Nate
Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yea) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na
{NATE This right here is rough as fuck These hoes out about the bucks These fools out afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of And in five I'm comin' up Fools real loud but don't run up we come through they'd run it up We still here so what the fuck
Side Connection} nigga I'm tired of niggas barkin like shit talkin' like shit From the concrete when they chalkin' shit And there he goes and a trick and a throw back Holdin' a gat gonna bust and know that a dub (W) S C thang dub C brain And we fuck with niggas and khaki jeans strains I'm fucked I'm clearin' the crowd It's the who bangin' bandana The
the building bitch here come a plane No it's the bad ass Westside Connect And fuck what you plain nigga this who With enough game to drive a swear insane And we number one no we ain't stunners It's real with us homie, killaz and drug And need a beat now in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than a L.A. summer go
This right here is rough as fuck hoes out here about the bucks These fools out afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of And in five I'm comin' up Fools talk loud but don't run up When we through they'd run it up We still right here so what the
What the fuck is Ice talkin' about? That's how you get these nuts parked in you bitch, the same old shit I don't conversate with pussy i aint get I don't holla at these hoes that like Ashanti Body Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) bitch You scrangay But I'm rich so my got to be bomb rate
Have you us, naw can't see us Connect we the G'est nigga calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban Big by the linnas sip by the liters With a flock of pros on us the cronic is a grennes And to my G's and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the G Nation nigga
{N. Dogg
It's a Nation if you in you a G And the whole world by the C in the sea Now the truth rappers you don't ball like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is And while I'm servin' up and comin' hustlers and cluckers Bangin for the hood causin havic and You fools actin label kissin up ass And your trick solder down you piss muthafucka
[I.C] One thing I do know I the uno Big rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd to thank the congregation In my to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, I'm ruthless You a sick pussy, nigga you useless You the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg on it
Look this out man We got a Nation goin down over here So ya'll as well say fuck it And this Westside thang man once you get with this nigga you as G as can be Believe' that like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you It ain't a hit till Dogg spit ( na na na na na na na na in backround)
Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my Nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na