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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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| 3. |
| 5:04 |
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| 4. |
| 3:26 | 
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Yo, it ain't nothin' new, just a change in the name
Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay 'Cause when Shade fuck up your sales, all your checks delay And now niggas mad 'cause Shade can pull up in a Jag Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore So why these niggas actin' like they wanna marry the floor? Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the guards at the door Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot I flash the juice card, man this shit ain't hard And it's the same thing at the same spot, what's my name? It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living We kill for a livin' It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living We kill for a livin' They wanna know why I keep it so simple I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit And cards on the table, you can hit me or split And see now I fucked around and got Quik on the shit So just imagine how many hips break when they dip And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six And I ain't even got my first plaque yet Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet, nigga what's my name? It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living We kill for a livin' It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living We kill for a livin' Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere Niggas strapped wit fear, uh! Is he is what I said he is and all When I pimp bitches all dick and balls Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game Get your money homie, bitch what's my name? Hey-hey! We gon' hit these niggas where it hurt Put the worm in your mouth like a perch When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt Give 'em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back Hey nigga where you goin'? Boo I'm checkin' my traps Y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift I got game so you know I'm 'The Answer like Allen I' Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry' While money multiply you haters ask why No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride But she said, if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity Stop on by and come get the thighs It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living We kill for a livin' It's John Doe, 4-5's spittin' up outta the four door No return fire 'cause they too slow What's the dilly? 'Cause we kill for a living And we hungry nigga |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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| 6. |
| 3:46 |
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| 7. |
| 4:50 |
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| 8. |
| 4:26 |
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[Intro: Timbaland]
c'mon c'mon (kah, ok) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah c'mon (kah, ok) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Freak'eda eh ow ow ow ow ow [Verse: Shade Sheist and Timbaland] Hey, I done bought that car, brought that mall Bought my girls all Vicky draws (c'mon) I done went to Paris, went to London went to Asia, look what I done had (huh huh) I done stepped my game up, my name up my whole bank account stepped up (uh huh) Me and my crew is throwin' a big party dude (oooh woo yea) If you come we must all, get along (get along, get along, get along) Ladies no pants, all I want to see is thongs (is thong, is thong) I hope no beef jumps off - hell naw (hell naw) We all money owners, so be proud y'all, ohh [Chorus: Shade Sheist and Timbaland] Hey (hey) . . . Push that car it don't matter if it's yours or a loaner Girls, what y'all talking 'bout we gon' always be up on ya (always be up on ya) Fellas, why y'all plotting for ain't nobody here gon' run up on ya (gunna run up on ya) UH! It's a party and we all money owners (Freak'eda eh ow ow) [Verse: Shade Sheist] Yep-yes Now who that skippin' the wait? Who payin' the door? When even wit a date make it hard for ya to score? (Sheis Sheis) Who buyin' the bar, I mean literally buyin' the bar so that my names on the lease? (Sheis Sheis) Who makin' his rounds, who givin' up pounds and five minutes later nowhere to be found? (Sheis Sheis) Who up in the lot, about to get shot cause ladygirls man caught her touchin' my spot (whoo, damn) Now who got a be |
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| 4:33 |
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| 10. |
| 4:18 |
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| 11. |
| 3:42 |
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| 12. |
| 4:12 |
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(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Chorus] [Nate Dogg] Every time I?feel the music Man I loose it Every time Every time I?fell the music Man I loose it Every time [Shade Shiest] Yo, check it, check it out Yo, uh-huh Shiest the vet, fresh out your ghetto tape decks It's me and Nate back at it with another for your neck Another for a check (means), Another for the set (green) Is what I need to get, Cali's where I wanna be And I ain't got to lie about the hood or the city Shade straight from the sue of Jerry up where it's shitty I got a mouth on me, farthest thing from being pretty As I cash a check compliments of Nate and Dogg Pound-dation Shade move the feet of every nation Kids got the beast now, Trey about to eat now We both got a plan to leave them haters in they sleep now Soakin' in the sweat from the heat from the speaks now [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] There ain't, no way I'm missing my call Suddenly fall fucking with y'all Homie can't you; see me trying to get paid Everyday any kinda way There ain't, no way you taking my bang Let your ass think your pussy don't stank Hell no, you got it all wrong You need to move on, I'm singing my song Tell me, can you feel the beat Is it, moving your feet? Cause it, surely moves me Well then, ok let's be on our way Shade Shiest and big Nate Just let the beat bang [Chorus] |
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| 3:24 |
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| 14. |
| 4:20 |
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This is where I wanna be
Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Now who's that kickin' in the K for the West? Shade pop with the flows that seep hoes in your vest Half nigga with the word, half run up in your spot to talk shit Where I'm from, we prone to lick shots Now Dogg Pound Gangsta's but me up on game Now that I'm here a lot of shit gonna change Mister quick to buy a chain, mister let the chain hang Showin' off the broads I'm mister quick to get to bang Now you might catch Sheist gettin' bent in every coast Still the nigga with the heat gettin' rid of every coast Still fuckin' with Mizz, we run trizz when we bored And you know I got the X, twenties what they hittin' for See me if you wanna score, 'cuz I got what you need Or you can see me at the club, tinted SUV Gettin' in for free, I'm 'bout to get my name known Sheist pull a heist nigga just to get it on This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Check this out You see, how I figure this thing We can, all take over this game If we, come together do this shit right We can, all have a piece of the pie You know, how I figured this out I just, took a little trip down South Soon as, I set foot off the plane It was, just like a family thing You know, a gangsta's hard to deceive So I, took a little trip to the East I'm not, slow so I can wait for the game I'm not, broke so I'm in bulletproof everything When I, touch down it ain't like a thing They ain't, trippin' off nothin' but things So I, quickly disposed of my shades If we, if we ain't got us nigga where would we aim This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Yeah, show me somethin' I ain't never seen I step in the house-party with a gangsta lean It's Dogg Pound Gangsta's we strikin' back again Ready to ride in the Lac again Givin' it up for Mack 10 and T-Boz for doin' it This ain't nothin' but a gangsta reunion New York and California, the places to be Nate Dogg and Kurupt broadcast for free We at the Dogg House, where the dogs at Who wanna get with me? Baby meet me in the back Young Damien Young, this is number two Ridin' out room, nigga what you wanna do? This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed |
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| 4:19 |
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| 16. |
| 1:25 |
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