Time's Up (feat. Nate Dogg)

A-ha, uh, yeah, yo I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me I'd rather just sit back and roll a Dutch Think about how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over customs Never underestimate niggas or over-trust them, uh Yeah, them Ms is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the TEC will spray When I spit, everybody gotta split like pepper spray 'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle And I'm a man of the Lord, but I still can't shake the Devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what? (Woo-hoo) The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over (woo-hoo) While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder (woo-hoo) A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on (woo-hoo) Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground (yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yo) I know how to get my peers off me Make 'em cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbing your head, you know that he's sick You know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwing them bricks Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them nicks That's right, homie, you can't move me I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shooting is the breeze, a bootleg Uzi I'm just waiting on a Q like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just got to feel the kid If not rap, for the fact of how real he is, what up? (Woo-hoo) The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over (woo-hoo) While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder (woo-hoo) A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on (woo-hoo) Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground (uh, yeah, uh, yeah) Hey yo, niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just want to rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you can't do nothing other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from Blow, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck riding the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out looking crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin' with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gon' change the game, so don't get out of line 'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up? (Woo-hoo) The time to talk is up, so bring the heat, playtime is over (woo-hoo) While you're runnin' your mouth, I'm creepin' up over your shoulder (woo-hoo) A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on (woo-hoo) Call my bluff, start acting up and I'll leave you underground