Upcoming Concerts for Warren G, Nate Dogg & The Game
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Warren G
Vocals
Nate Dogg
Vocals
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warren Griffin III
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hale
Songwriter
J. Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warren G
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
[Verse 2]
All I need is the chronic to keep me fit
A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits
Red chucks, a red Bic to keep my kush lit
Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit
I’m a hustler ****, that’s how I got this red Bentley
Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me
Walk through the smoke like, "What up Loc?"
'Cause Juan always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
We gonna twist up 8 for Nate
Blow the smoke through the clouds
In hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
Now, how many **** wanna throw up a dub
And be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club, yeah
It’s the math Blood, 6's on the ave cuz
Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub
Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6
Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost
[Verse 3]
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
[Verse 4]
Click clack, what up?
Zig zag run up
Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack
Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like a intersection
I got connection, from every section
Critical, political, it’s killer Cal’
Roll it up, now pass that shit around
My mental is cynical, original
Thinking you could see us
I’m like **** how?
I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chain
Glisten and glowing, I’m sipping liquor
I’m blowing zippers my **** I’m on one
I’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up
Loading my pistol shining my chrome up
My **** Game got the gun low
One shot mix a **** brain like some gumbo, uh, oh
All that tough talk ****, what for?
Shut your scary ass up at the front door
[Verse 5]
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
A party we will throw now
[Verse 6]
Couldn't nobody diss my ****, damn I miss my ****
Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg **** 213
From the city by the sea, where them G’s ride
Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side
Slap that, tap that, after that, Eastside
As I travel this road I see the street sign
Ready for whatever, Beretta's you know I keep mine
[Verse 7]
It's the L-B, C-P-T **** we be
OG to BG, that’s where the weed be
Killer, what?
Cali-forni-a, eh
Load the strap, hop into the six trey
Snoop, what up Loc?
I’m headed to the east side, G ride
Throwing up everything but the peace sign
Gold Daytonas, gangbang persona
**** trip, I’ma pop the top off his Corona
[Verse 8]
As I travel this lonely gangster road
Just me and my negroes
We still got bomb hydro
We just double independent
And the night falls that’s when young girls go home
Big girls put on small clothes
A party we will throw
Written by: J. Taylor, Nathaniel Hale, Warren Griffin III