All My Life (feat. Nate Dogg)

Jeah, uh Real niggas stand up, uh Whoo! Jeah, uh, uh, yo From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali I deliver the order, haulin' a milli Y'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems It's North Philly hot, really hot Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up Oh! He don't feel me y'all Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos Really y'all, ain't makin' a dollar When my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar Holler! Bink controllin' the track Free and Nate controllin' the flow, y'all cats need to fall back Holler! at your boy if you wanna get rich I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped The rest of your life All my life I'm. . . I'm gonna be Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah All my days I'm. . . I'm gonna be Ridin' strapped, back and forth East to west, watch your back And I'm going going back back To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes! Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?) Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man Yeaaah, it's the worlds most dangerous Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man At last, I'm more than a rap star, she bit off More than she can chew, she's one of the fans She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew Break a playa off then then get a (?) for his man, yeaaah Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan Your main man chick wanna come home with me like Cam Get done with her, pass her to Cam If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand It ain't nothin' but crooks in here (Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle (Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle For shizzle, y'all gon' have to call the cops in here And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah Whoo! Uh, holla! State Prop Chain Gang! Y'all niggas know what it is Whoo! Back and forth, east to west Whoo! Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh! Young Gunnas in the building! Holla! Y'all bitch ass niggas Put your mouth on a pistol Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! Holla! Matter of fact, spray nigga Jeah! Jeah, it's the Roc! Uh!