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Game All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics

Game All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics (Nate Dogg Tribute). Hip hop tribute, Game with the single All Doggs Go To Heaven @ Hip Hop Lyrics
The Game All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics (Nate Dogg Tribute)

The Game All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics


[Chorus]
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do, so I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)

[Game]
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them n-ggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha

[Chorus]

[Game Verse 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don’t know these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I’m just mad he aint here to hop ont he R.E.D album

[Chorus]

[Game - Verse 3]
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, thats for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, thats why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)

Game All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics
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The Game - M.I.A. (3 Heats)

The Game M.I.A. (3 Heats) Lyrics @ Hip Hop Lyrics
Ice Cube - Soul On Ice



The Game M.I.A. (3 Heats) Lyrics


Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.[Verse 1:]
Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.
Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.
Put on for my city nigga city on my face.
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party.
Tell Diddy send a case.
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.
Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.
My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.
Nigga say they gon’ rob me.
Bitch you can miss me.
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50.
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.
Get your ass smoked like a swisha.
http://www.hiphoplyrics.info/2011/05/game-mia-3-heats.html
Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.

Verse 2
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range.
Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.

Bail only 100 thousand, nigga that’s your change.
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch don’t rub.
When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
Just turned 30 so I can’t be from Young Money.
It’s Young Money and it’s your money.
Niggas from the group then there’s niggas wit your money.
Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.
Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.
Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.
Say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
How the fuck you gon’ get a chicken off.

Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.

Verse 3
Nigga sold 10 million now they say I’m Hollywood.
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.
Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I ain’t into drugs.
Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
Grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.
In and out of lanes, 24s insane.
Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.
I’m a stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.
Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.
Made all this fucking money what the fuck I’m gon’ cop now.
I don’t know but I’m coming through wit the top down.
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
One more and I’ma catch up to Tha Carter.

Chorus
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
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The Game Ft. Trey Songz - She Wanna Have My Baby

The Game Ft. Trey Songz - She Wanna Have My Baby Lyrics @ Hip Hop Lyrics.Info


The Game Ft. Trey Songz - She Wanna Have My Baby

The Game Ft. Trey Songz She Wanna Have My Baby Lyrics


le’gggo
yeah
le’gggo
oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
yeah
le’gggo
oh, oh, oh, ohhhh

everybody f-cking amber rose
is the p-ssy good? only kanye camera knows
and who this tami hoe telling me and trey shooting a video
in a month and she can get a cameo
smh ttm five star we be them
lol hide my bbm aint got my bbm
lou vuiton he be in ‘tron got em queasy and
my money aint young thats my nigga lil’ weezy and ‘em
i keep one rolled like wiz khalifa and ‘em
got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
they aint no lauren londons but they got that megan good
they use that photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
and its all good with us niggas mayne
i said its all good cause i’m a trigger man
yeah she said she wanna have jayceon kid
i told that bitch you better off with jason kid

i do it cause they love it
if you hate it bitch who give a f-ck i made it
(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
plus i do it for the ladies
somebody say they wanna have my baby
(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
she said she wanna have my baby
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
who tryna have my baby
she said she wanna have my baby
she said she tryna have my baby

how many bitches in the club just to f-ck a platinum rapper
poking microscopic holes into the magnum rappers
hoping on the dick but i aint throwing carrots at ya
you aint gon’ worldstar me i aint your average rapper
you drinking all the goose then bitch i aint finna pay
you don’t look like your twitter avatar anyway
bitch you look like an avatar anyway
and thats the same bitch that was stalking fab’ aint it trey? (yup)
and this is how i know you’re giving free head
if you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
but it aint, she claiming she a saint
but as soon she see dwight she go hard in the paint
but her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
throw a little drake on it really shouldn’t take long
then she told me that she wanna meet trey songz
i told that bitch strip and start singing all trey song’s

chorus

i do it cause they love it
if you hate it bitch who give a f-ck i made it
(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
plus i do it for the ladies
somebody say they wanna have my baby
(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)
she said she wanna have my baby
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
who tryna have my baby
she said she wanna have my baby
she said she tryna have my baby
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