[Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)]
I got love
(Yeah for all yall unaware)
(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous
(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)
Gang-sta Nate
(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
(Doin what we wanna...)
Young Got-ti
[Fabolous]
Ok, thats right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With the D-O double G, three fo bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Low double Gs
Hit three fo clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Dont speak, the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees, ski-os double Ds
Dont know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double Vs, please no slugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Told you Im a rider, but you can thank the green
For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider
You lookin at a "coast to coast G"
I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely
We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside
Please believe it, believe it please
You gon see arms come out, like sleeveless Ts
[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz, aint nobody playin with me
I got love
I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree
Down with the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon be down with me
[Kurupt]
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)
Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept it
You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy Bobby, sockin all yall is a hobby
Got em loungin in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers! (I got love)
And all the homies round up, throw the pound up
Kurupt out to show yall how to strut like what (I got love)
Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me
Alive to tell this story, and I
And who am I, be the agostra Gotti
Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
She cant hang
She cant hang cuz, I aint lookin for a wifey
Just in-case
Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get clever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more
Ill leave the heffer down in the street
[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
Cmere lets con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
(I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick wholl splitcha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin
Other half dont live it see.. I talk about it bitch
(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how Im eatin contenders
(Im grown up) Yall children, Im more original
more lyrical, plus dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when Im finished
(As for yall) You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got game cuz, the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, aint nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you like the way Im rockin this beat
I dont know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you aint lovin the boy, you aint never listened to me

- Volver a las Canciones del Album Music Me

- Volver a los Discos de Nate Dogg