Can't Nobody (feat. Kurupt)

Yeah, ****, time to take 'em back

To '86

Gangsta shit running the world

All across the motherfuckin' USA, punk

Yeah, please believe that, ****

Dogg Pound gangstas

Big Nate Dogg

Nate D-double-O-G, punk

Yeah, move up, young Gotti

Yeah, now we gotta show you how we

Can't nobody

Can do you like we do

Yeah, ****, gangstas make the world go round

Ain't nobody home

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, ****, for the gangstas

Pistols and penitentiaries

Gangstas on a world wide hunt for head hunting

Spread dumpin', lead bustin'

Tell me how you wanna be done

It's so many things on these streets

Gang bang on these streets

Heat holders

That hug wit' slugs

And it's the thing to be either crips or bloods

Nate, show these **** how it was

And how nobody do it like we does, cuz

Something about the West Coast

Makes me bang the beat

Something about the West Coast

Makes me run them streets

Something about the music

Makes me want to sing

Something about this chronic

Knocks me off my feet

That's real chronic, baby

Can't nobody

Can do you like we do

Now we gotta show how the West Coast rock it

Can't nobody

Can do you like we do

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I know you never thought these **** could be this good

We'd be bumpin' in your system from hood to hood

I know you never even thought we would last this long

You were dead wrong

Bitch

Homie, this is Nate, he's a double OG

All up in the place, K-U-R-U-P-T

You better ask your girl why she starin' at me

Leave me alone

Leave a gangsta alone, bitch

Bitch

Calicos, you ready for the get down

You ready to have a sit down

Bitch ****, sit down

Runnin' in and outta ya house

Runnin in and out ya spouse

Don't say shit or I'll be runnin in and out yo' mouth

Gangstas get the party crackin'

Hit Atlanta, get it crunk

Nate Dogg and Kurupt

Yeah, ****, that's what's up

Now I gotta show you how the West Coast rock shit

Concoct and plot shit

Dogg Pound oxes

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Ain't nobody home

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh

D-P-G-C

The greatest on this earth

Gangsta that was taught shoot before you converse

Go against the grain and we convert to the worst

Take flight like eagles, puncture like needles

Touch him without even being present

The greatest on this earth, West Coast presents

The Dogg Pound motherfucker gangstas, ****

On all gold feet

Yeah, them all gold Ds

We double OGs

Something about the West Coast

Makes me bang the beat

Something about the West Coast

Makes me run them streets

Something about the music

Makes me wanna sing

Something about this chronic

Knocks me off my feet

That's real chronic, baby

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Can't nobody home

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Can't nobody home

Can't nobody

Do you like we do

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh