Hey Y'all (feat. Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg)

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

E-V-E, E-V-E, E-V-E

And you know, you better know

I keep some Chucks on my feet, khakis on my legs

Trunk full of funk, ****, while I'm breaking bread

Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads

Doing mines and I don't care what other **** sayin'

They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine

Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein

Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time

I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime

I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game

I'm a scholar that make dollars off the birdy game

Crip hopping, I got it popping on the boulevard

Man, I ain't fucking with Chevys, I got my own car

D-O-double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me?

Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy

Bad habits, you better kick it 'fore it get you loc'

And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke fo' sho'

Hey, y'all, doggs from East to West Coast

All my doggs, we could smoke

We 'bout to take some bank roll

Everywhere that I go

Man, I see the same hoes

I know they already know

Yeah, we like it real raw

Snoop, E-V-E and Nate Dogg

Uh, these **** got you head noddin'

And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbin'

Known to do it, baby bubblin', don't you dare stop it

Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothin' to me

Got my ****, Snoop, he been down

As for my ****, Nate, shit, he was in town

Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud

Can't block me out, I'm popping up, E-V-E, I'm up on your TV

Ain't never stuck up off the prissyness

Same bitch, same pitch, nothin' ridiculous

Want this brown girl, I see you, thug, lick your lips

Gotta have that bombshell, damn, girl, I need you for me

Keep love on the both sides, we in the church

On these **** getting smoke ties, domino playing up here

Praying that they legalize, but, fuck it, still choke top down

Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on

Hey, y'all, doggs from East to West Coast

All my doggs, we could smoke

We 'bout to take some bank roll

Everywhere that I go

Man, I see the same hoes

I know they already know

Yeah, we like it real raw

Snoop, E-V-E and Nate Dogg

Now, when you see me acting up in the club

It ain't nothin'

Uh, six four up on Dubs

It ain't nothin'

Huh, breaking up blueberry buds

It ain't nothin'

And every hood showing nothin' but love

It ain't nothin'

Taste buds ain't the same for the simple brain

Shoulda never let me learn what millions really mean

Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things

Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains

Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane

East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think

Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean

You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the big king

The one with the big house with the big things

Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene

You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme

A blessin' in disguise, open up your eyes

Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes

Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly

Sho' and original, turn up your stereo

'Cause here we go, here we go

Hey, y'all, doggs from East to West Coast

All my doggs, we could smoke

We 'bout to take some bank roll

Everywhere that I go

Man, I see the same hoes

I know they already know

Yeah, we like it real raw

Snoop, E-V-E and Nate Dogg

It ain't nothin'

It ain't nothin'

It ain't nothin'

It ain't nothin'