*featuring B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous, Kurupt
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[Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)]
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I got love
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(Yeah for all y'all unaware)
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(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous
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(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)
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Gang-sta Nate
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(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
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(Doin what we wanna...)
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Young Got-ti
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[Fabolous]
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Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
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With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies
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Three fo dubs and trees
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Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's
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Hit three fo' clubs and breeze
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The tree flow double trees
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Don't speak, the deez host publicly
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Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's
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Don't know what these broads trouble grief
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For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze
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(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green
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For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider
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You lookin at a "coast to coast G"
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I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely
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We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate
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Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside
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Please believe it, believe it please
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You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's
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[Nate Dogg]
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I got love
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I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me
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Play no games
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Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me
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I got love
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I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree
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Down with the ghetto, down for whatever
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If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me
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[Kurupt]
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Format ya doormat
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Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)
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Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
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Step up and accept it
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You wanna see the shells shift
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Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
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like a slick disc and twist
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Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby
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Got 'em loungin in the lobby
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Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
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Suckers! (I got love)
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And all the homies round up, throw the pound up
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Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)
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Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me
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Alive to tell this story, and I
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And who am I, be the agostra Gotti
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Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
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[Nate Dogg]
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Cap-tain Save
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Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
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She can't hang
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She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey
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Just in-case
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Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
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When these hoes
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When these hoes get clever, down for whatever
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If she stress me some more
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I'll leave the heffer down in the street
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[B.R.E.T.T.]
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(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
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C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
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(I got blunts).. My niggaz put in hard work
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Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
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(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs
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Same bitches that strip for bucks
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(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin
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Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
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(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
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You see how I'm eatin contenders
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(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original
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more lyrical, plus dogg..
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(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
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My times now, eat when I'm finished
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(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat
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Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
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[Nate Dogg]
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I got love
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I got game cuz, the game was given to me
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Say my name
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Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
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Give it up
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Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
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I don't know
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Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
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If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me
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I Got Love (Remix)
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Nate Dogg |