[Intro: E-40]
Peace, the 213, The 7 off 7, The 4 when the ride got off
[verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
It be the main did they, I'm bout to get in, Used to be sit up, not tito, Have a couple babies, now let her get up, If we pray and respected by big and the little, Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame, get close for a dose with the West Coast chop game, Nickie but not cuttie, only water in the clip for DPG I had to Fuck with
[verse 2: E-40]
Uhhh, Uhhh, follow that clap, we got dope in, My nigga Snoop got some hoes in, Uhhh, Uhhh, Seen her for some black sauce, in gripping secret, Can't Wait till we get em both butt naked, We act so bad up in the spot, Dre be overworked, Cocaine go bid your prize, Bitches pay the prize, Why in the hell are you so ignorant, Wht is your slang so little?
[Chorus x2: Nate Dogg]
We came to rock ya body, Rock your soul
We came to rock ya body, rock your soul
[verse 3: Suga-T]
(Yeah and it's like that)
Hoes , Menoles you can from everywhere I ya, gotta put these keys in a pot, boss Playa Playa, Check this plot, Cause dont miss my whole act, Suga-T did that
[verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
It's so simple to make it happen, more paper to keep the scratch , Bin of a hurricane, Chillin relaxin , Till the shit, I'll keep it bumpin and humpin just like droptop, Will it ever quit, will it ever stop, for reward in the jet shot sugar dogg pound, Can make it with my homie , Get you bleed in oaktown, cause i got sick with it, and they dont know why, cause i get sick with it, Because they singin' for fly (Word)
[verse 5: D-Shot]
A lot of niggaz they know it, The Niggaz got big respect, it aint till the tape in your deck, Cause the nigga that pops, till the nigga cant pop no mo', Straight herbin' on the indo, From my hood to yo hood, Aint lettin bustas figure up, if y'all niggaz strap i'm your plug, they call me the D Shot, the shot caller, aka livin' in the boss baller
[Chorus x2: Nate Dogg]
We came to rock ya body, Rock your soul
We came to rock ya body, Rock your soul
[verse 6: B-Legit]
I'm all original base pore last detroit, Still get decisions then i flip from troy, Hit the brownie Tracks, smokes big with feds, low in hell stoke, Got Game in back, see im in with bin and lil' joe be caught, But i'm about to make me (?),
I hit em five times make her feel comfort, Took her to the mall then she robbed and sorted
[verse 7: Kurupt]
One day, I was sippin' through the hood
I did all my homies
And it was all turned good
I'm Kurupt, to have bitch really cold chillin'
Blue from the forts that soon, straight dealin'
With so much cash, it's seen funny
Been there and done it
Everything you see and ever wanted
I'm Kurupt, peace me up a piece of the pie
We can try to make it right and the pimps to ride
Who's the man, [?]
With my suave, the world wide homicidal plan
Too many stressed in here I'm bout to touch my loot
The fucking dogg on where the only things to own and shoot
And he's a dogg and the room is wet
And the Nigga like me tired in worst day
I be rhymin' to fuck a mic since the first day
My eyes open wide I finally realize it's the way to get paid
[Chorus x2: Nate Dogg]
