From Long Beach 2 Brick City (feat. Warren G, Redman & Nate Dogg)

Get on up to get down And really go to town I say, don't stop till you get enough I wanna rock with you Shake your stuff Get on up to get down And really go to town I say, don't stop till you get enough I wanna rock with you Shake your stuff Yo yo, Doctor, everybody hit the floor Wild out till the security hit the door, I'm dirty Gorilla paws, bang sugar walls Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg I told my man Snoop, she salmonilla Got a ho with no dough with condoms with her I'm a ride to the death of Def Squad on my chest Look at it crook at it, rob you and jet Surprise you and flex Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck You done woke up and ain't trying to sleep You done called up Hugh Heffer to find the freaks I'mma stay on the street I'mma stay saying, "Fuck you", behind police My mamma ain't raise no fool, she love me That's why she hide my tool inside her room I'm a jump, bump, throw that ass Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads I'm like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc. Ja know them hoes yo we can't love 'em Underground the heat yeah, I stay buzzing Mixtapes I'm on the street they stay dubbing Brick City riding, then 'bout it 'bout it Shoot up you town then we Bin Ladin hidin' Meth, show 'em where the luger kept Open your safe, show me where the food and vest I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten more 'Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen Yo Nate Dogg, what's happening y'all Long Beach, Brick City, scream at your frog Everybody shaking All these hoes around me She was lost in the land of love Glad that Nate Dogg found me Girl, you got a phatty New York back to Cali You know who got the bomb weed Long Beach to Brick City I know just want you want, I got just want you need Turn that shit around, and back it up on me Since I was the first, I guess I'll be the last to leave D-O-double-G, will you keep it gangsta please I gots to do it, yes yes loc', we keep the best smoke Me and my nigga, my nerve, my kinfolk I kick a bitch in the ass and then smoke I'm a motherfucking fool in the pool doing the breaststroke You want a problem, well, let's go 'Cause if not I came to disco And freak this ho from Acopoqo And flip her inside out, now I'm 'bout to ride Let's go we hit the hood slow Post up, set up, shop and press four Who got the best flow, who got the most dough Who got the best hoes, nigga you know Shit its been ten years since I hit some cess smoke But I still rock a mean coat on the West Coast in the summertime And I crumble mine down to the dandelion Nigga watch how I handle mine Spiritual, hear we go, hear this Snoop D-O-double-G, man I'm so fearless Square biz, you know what time it is I'm cool on these niggas but I'm hard on a bitch Now check dis, fact is Put your back out, now back in Go head, wiggle it, round you feeling me now Girlfriend, you killing them now The way you shake your booty It makes me want your booty The way you shake your booty Sure looks good to me The way you shake your booty It makes me want your booty The way you shake your booty Sure looks good to me