[Chorus]
I'm from the jungle with the concrete streets
You don't wanna rumble wit the real O.G.'s
Man I'll plant ya like a chronic seed
And ya girl done ran away wit me
I can show you how to catch these freaks
I can show you how to beat these streets
I can show you how to crack the safe
Let me show you how to break that bank

[Nate Dogg]
Ain't a damn thang changed
Still rollin on Dana Danes
Still packin steel claimin DPG
I always keep my thang
Always got weed on my brain
Always got a dime piece wit me
I'm gone let yo roll call
I'm gone ball till I fall
Keep it gangsta just for all of ya'll
Nate D, O, double G
Bangin from the west to the east

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
No need to fight it baby
I know you want it lady
I can tell by the way you watch me
I like the way that you walk
I like the way that you talk
Ooh what that accent does to me
Yeah I still claim 213
Yeah I still bang DPG
Hang wit Nate, Snoop, and Warren G
Yeah I got hoes that love me
Got gangstas bangin my beats
I got hoes from here to overseas

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
I need a gangsta lady
One from around the way
I need a girl that likes to play everyday
She said her friend wants to see
She said her friend is nasty
I say you get your friend and come right away

[Chorus] 2x

[Chorus]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked, that's it

[Nate Dogg]
All night long, I had her on her back in my Cadillac bro
You should of heard her moan, same old song
I made her throw her back out when I sent her home
For better or worse she's

[Nate Dogg]
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked thats' it
Straight pimp, no shit
Gave me your chips
I drove, your whip
It's true don't trip

[Dr. Dre]
What's my name, my name is Mr. Game
West coast big change Mr. Fame
Bad bitch scooped her up same ole same
Fuckin in the drivers seat while I'm switching lanes
Gettin brains Long Beach, Compton thang
Shit ain't changed thats how we do the damn thang
Draws down nuts platinum, let em' hang
Wife missin 5 a.m., who's to blame
I'm the reason used maginum is in your range
and while she bounced out wit me befor you came
Fuckin lame you be handcuff sluts I banged
I trippin take em' back shit my nuts is drained 
On everything this dick is shootin novocain
Have a bitch waitin bus stop, in the rain
Simple and plain cuz we's be off the chain
Nigga Nate Dogg pimp game please don't explain

[Nate Dogg]
Ring or no ring
A hoe gone be a hoe
While you sleepin
She be creppin out the back door
Comin to met me, at my honey comb
Smokin and drinkin dyin to please me 
While real playas keep playin on

[Bridge]
Playas play on
Keep playin on
Ladies playin on, play on
Keep playin on
Playas play on, play on
Ladies play on, play on
Keep playin on
Your wife, is my bitch
Your love, is my trick

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed
I need it homie oh so fast
That last bag was the best weed I've ever had
Bass so deep, I can't even seem to feel my feet
Girls so fine, I can't help it got to make this one mine
I hit em with my, gangsta leans
They can't seperate my music from me

[Chorus]
Music and me (3x)
Music, my music and me

[Nate Dogg]
Time does change, but the music it remains the same
I hit em with the music from the slave
Oh my goodness, what my ancestors gave
I don't want to think I don't know
They thought me how to reach deep down and touch the soul
Without my music, where would I be
You thought me how to cry and still remain a G
You keep alot of soldiers at ease
And together the next next level proceed

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Music and me, go together perfect harmony
Soft at mellow, oh so hearted to make your sweet kiss explode
Stay with me, and together we will live out this dream
My music and me

Music and me (4x)
My music and me
Music and me (4x)
My music and me

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance, to all my homies
Who may never love a hoe, and never will
I give my body and I give my soul
to the funk may the funk never end

[Nate Dogg]
I pledge allegiance! to paper chases
to hustlers who be steady pulling tables
peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you
I'm serving paper, see ya later
I guess that's one more day I can't be faited
you can test, get distant populated
Ain't no question, I'm going to fuck with this
I do it for the funk of it

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
I pledge allegiance to my homies who keep it gangsta
Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove
I pledge allegiance to the game cuz it got me ballin'
game don't wait so I'm not stallin'
I'm still dissin' she's still callin'

[Pharoahe Monch]
See this is frontline, no turning back now
I'm about to score, this is swore on the track now
give me my vest and my ammo and my mack now
I'm about to spit it and lord I'm about to get it in the worst way
slay competition, move the opposition
back wake the fuck up, cuz when I get beyond enemy lines
I might slap that ass like john kennedies mind
though shall now get caught, that's the remedy
this effect of wounds, on my last bottle of hennesy
bleed to let the seeds, remember my memories
it's killed to be killed here son that's the penalty
ride for the funk, cry for the funk, in the heat of night
I die for the funk, Pharoahe when I'm six feet deep
it's no breathin' salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance, cuz

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
I pledge allegiance to my homies who keep it gangsta
Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove
I pledge allegiance to the game cuz it got me ballin'
game don't wait so I'm not stallin'
I'm still dissin' she's still callin'

[Chorus]

Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)

I got love
(Yeah for all y'all 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, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's
Hit three fo' clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Don't speak, the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's
Don't know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Told you I'm 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 T's

[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz, ain't 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 y'all 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 y'all 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 can't hang
She can't hang cuz, I ain't 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
I'll leave the heffer down in the street

[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
C'mere let's 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 who'll split'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin
Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin contenders
(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original
more lyrical, plus dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when I'm finished
(As for y'all) 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, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me

[Nate Dogg]
Another short story
When he be acting bad, don't he make you mad
Wanna kick his ass,when he already showed ya
He aint no good and that's a fact

Another sad story
She constatly says she adores me
Girl I'm all dog in love don't leave here anymore

Another short story
Her love was beginning to bore me
It doens't take long for my love to fade

Another sad story
I only call when I'm horny
But she acts like we kick all day
It's a quarter pass midnight
Don't he make you mad, you can't find his ass
Seven hours past, since he called you last
Only to you he can do no wrong
Funny how time flies
Especially when you live a whole life
Looking for love is already gone

Another short story
Already gave you a warning
A one night stand homie look what I done

Another sad story
This girl was so soft that's so lovely
I cannot stay cuz she's to strong
I keep my mind on my monay
And everything else is just find someone else to play her game
I like new skirts and he's like her name
You can have some if you want, hey no kissing
Oooh no, another short story
Her love was beginning to bore me
It doesn't take long for my love to fade

Another sad story
I only call when I'm horny
But she acts like we kick all day

Another short story
Already gave you a warning
A one night stand homie look what I've done

[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
(All star baby)
Young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (All day, everyday)
Livin' the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)

[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
Sure as the world is turnin' round and round (Shit is real yo)
There's these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin' to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I don't know why I mention
And if I don't pay no attention I'm cool (Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town [* Inhale and coughs *]
Those who trippin' slippin' listen, we ain't stoppin' now (Can't stop)
We won't even pause, y'all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin' the good life, good life, good life
(Livin' the good life baby)

[Hook]
Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still, still, still)
Livin' the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin' the life)

[JS]
It ain't nothin' but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it, I'ma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y'all niggas is late
See it's big face, big livin'
Big dogs and big pimpin'
Game played with nothin' but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin' cause they on the outside
Wishin' they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin' all black tinted
With the niggas who'll bring it to ya brain
If it's fuckin' with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now it's high tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin' the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane

[Hook]

[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I'm stormin' with lead showers
And I'm murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
I'm goin' for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin'
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin' wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin' respect
Braveheartin' to the grave darlin' wavin' my sterling
From out the black Bentley it's off, spray till y'all fallin'
East to West Coast ballin'
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin' us up, y'all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up

[Hook]