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Shade Sheist feat. Nate Dogg & Kurupt - Where I Wanna Be (Explicit/Dirty) [HQ Video+Sound]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shade Sheist
Shade Sheist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Brown
R. Brown
Composer
Eddie Berkeley
Eddie Berkeley
Composer
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Composer
David Paich
David Paich
Composer
Nathaniel Hale
Nathaniel Hale
Composer
B. Kimball
B. Kimball
Composer
T. Thompson
T. Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evren Goknar
Evren Goknar
Mastering Engineer
Mike Schlesinger
Mike Schlesinger
Mixing Engineer
Eddie Berkeley
Eddie Berkeley
Producer

Lyrics

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 gangstas but me up on game (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 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 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 gangstas 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 dogghouse 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 why 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 why 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 why don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin on some weed
Writer(s): Bobby Kimball, Ricardo Brown, Edward Berkeley, Keir Lamont Gist, Nathaniel D Hale, David F Paich, Tramayne Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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