Space Boogie (feat. Nate Dogg)

Yeah ****, West coast

Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'

****, G'z Young Gotti

I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too

It's so many different things that I'm gon' do

Switches all fucked up livin' in the '80's

Jackin' **** for Nissan trucks

A quarter piece to flip it's me and Daz and two bitches

I never gave a fuck, **** Daz and Kurupt

They say, this ain't the way to get rich

I might as well get me a bitch

I don't get it, I take it put a glitch in the Matrix

Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked

'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square

Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air

****, fuck a bitch and fuck you too

What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do?

I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop

Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fueled

It's on one, nah he said, "It's on two"

On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed

All you to want do, do what the fuck you want to do too

Get what ya got to get to get through

Light what ya wanna light to light fire

Big arsonist blew to white fire

Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors

Crap like the crap table, Canaan Abel

I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallagher

Metaphysical, sixteen Calibur metallica

'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker

Punk mothafucka, bust a bank mothafucka, yeah ****

We can go heads **** you bitches be hatin' ****

Heard what I said ****, lend me some bread ****

Keep ya chest bust like lead ****

The fed ****, Daz and Fred ****

Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone

We on Niastra, **** on the microphone

Never, never have I ever gave a fuck

That **** Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt

And we do what the fuck we want to just do

Get what we got to get to get through

And we blast what we got blast to get ours

Life of a gangsta in a world of stars

Light what ya wanna light to light fire

Big arsonist blew to white fire

Do what the fuck you want to do too

Get what ya got to get to get through

Through, just do it, don't stop

All my **** on the North side

Getcha money right away

All my **** on the South side

Let 'em know that you don't play

An' say, them **** on the East side

Ain't some **** you contest

Unless you stuck up in a time-warp

You all ready know about the West

They say, them **** on the North side

Keep tabs on they skrill

All my **** on the South side

Try to make anotha meal

All my **** on the East side

Make million dollar bills

All my **** on the West side

Been doin' this fo' years

Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody

Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody

What dem **** do, they ride

What dem **** do, they ride, ride

Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody

Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody

What dem **** do, they ride

What dem **** do, they ride, ride

Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world ****

Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life

Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies 'cause

They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to ****

2000, screech it on 'em, riders, real riders

Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies

Fuck 'em