| Let’s smoke a little bit
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| And drink a little bit
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| Let’s party all night
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| You better come on
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| Let’s smoke a little bit
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| And drink a little bit
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| Let’s party in the spirit
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| Of the Dogg, Nate Dogg
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| Smoke, Smoke
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| Pour out a little liquor
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| And have a gangsta party
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| Cause I miss my nigga
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| Six dudes sitting clean outside
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| No Auto-Tune, Nate Dogg in my ride
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| No Beegees, OGs in my ride
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| Hoodrats with tattoos screaming «eastside!»
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| Damn, cuz
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| I miss buddy love
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| Barbecue at King Park
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| In the memory of
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| The low low hitting switches
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| All my bitches
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| And three wheel motion
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| We west coasting
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| In the city by the sea
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| Call it 213
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| Nate D-O-double-G
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| On me
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| Uh, I’m all up in the party, just posted
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| Zoning out while the DJ playing west coast shit
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| Regulating the sound, it’s getting explosive
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| The barber make it bounce, just like a six-four switch
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| And cracking women, they gon' come
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| And plus the homies here cause otherwise it ain’t no fun
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| You feeling me? |
| The year, man you know these songs
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| Here’s another g-funk classic with the homie Wanz
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| You know we gone, hella folks blowing trees
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| Got a glass of 'yac (?) that this chick is pouring me
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| (?) and (?), shouts to Crytical and Warren G
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| Gotta say it one time, Nate Dogg, R.I.P
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| The game ain’t been the same since he passed away
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| So I play his records all the time to bring him back today
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| Voice unforgettable, forever so incredible
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| Still, nobody does it better, no
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| You know it ain’t a party until I step on the floor
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| Bottle in hand, plus I got a pocket full of that dro
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| We here to have a good time so you already know
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| If you got a chip on your shoulder, leave that shit at the door
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| You ain’t gon' fuck up my night, cause I ain’t having it, homie
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| Low tolerance for bullshit, you understanding me, homie?
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| Look here, roll up a smoke man, and pour you a drink
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| So you can get off in the spirit, dawg, and party with Nate
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| I feel honored to pay respect to a legend
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| And, uh, I believe all dogs go to heaven
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| A west coast pioneer and truly one of the best
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| Had a style of his own and stood out from the rest
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| If you from the west, throw your w’s high
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| Grab a drink, two-step, and move from side to side
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| And I think it’s about time we sparked one up in this bitch
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| So we can smoke a little bit while we drink a little bit |