All About U (feat. Dru Down, Top Dogg & Nate Dogg) - 2Pac

Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve And you know, you better know I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard Man, I ain't fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car D O double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me? Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy Bad habits, you better kick it before it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke Fo' sho' Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Uh, huh, these niggas got you head nodding And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me Got my nigga, Snoop, he been down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in town Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness Same bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your lips Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me Keep love on the both sides, we in the church On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg Now, when you see me acting up in the club (It ain't nothin') Uh, six fall up on dub's (It ain't nothin') Huh, breaking up blueberry buds (It ain't nothing) And every hood showing nothing but love (It ain't nothing) Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what millions really mean Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg King The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly Sho' and original, turn up your stereo 'Cause here we go, here we go Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could smoke We 'bout to take some bank roll Everywhere that I go Man, I see the same hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing

Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz Working LA Tryin to get paid tha right way But somehow the right way don't pay I'm comin home late every night Gotta struggle an fight Wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype Tryin to creep in tha house Through tha cut For what So I won't be seen by none of the homies But tha homie Nate Dogg spots me And say Yo what's happenin No you don't know me no more When ya pass me tha satin I said ah naw it ain't like that G I'm trying to go straight And have a J-O-B You need to quit that faggot ass job That's what he said Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head Damn that nigga had at least two G's And he was clockin it wit so much ease I told him I was gone so I'm headin in tha house Everybody knocked out So I'm locked out I go back to tha front Where my homies is hangin at They offer me a cabby sack So I can start slangin dat They say you ain't a hustler I say don't doubt it Hold dat thought And I'll think about it Because Chorus: Nate Dogg (I've been dreamin to long, to long, to long) I don't like to dream about gettin paid Verse Two: Dat Nigga Daz The thought's complete so let me take a seat Since I was born and raised on tha streets I quit tha job I had Caught myself a sack Went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack Within a week but my peak wouldn't reach I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach Niggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it So I went to tha hood On Twentieth and Murder I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back And bid my sack Or maybe it's seven Or was it eight hundred strong In other words Daz had it goin on I bought myself a bucket That's right a bucket bitch Who you fuck in my car on my dick My lifeself switched a bit But my attitude didn't I told all my old bitches good riddance Cos when you got money hoes come automatically And no hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see I went from khakis to guess braids to a fade I'm not Special Ed but I had it made Livin tha life of a baller care free Havin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya see But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin Business was gettin slow And I wasn't handlin Mine tha way I was supposed to Now I'm broke and on a jack mission So don't get close to Tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke We get tha doggs in in us We get ta actin like some Chorus Verse Three: Nate Dogg, Kurrupt Last night I had a dream Felt so good it had to be Me and my homies were gettin paid Man oh man we had it made Some homies want to roll wit me Some homies claim insanity Well if you want to set trip I will If you don't want to drop be still Damn I can't believe this But you can best believe this Today I'm on another mission to get paid Serve what I can serve right (right) So my pockets will stack up Nigga don't trip Nigga back up (hold up) I gots to react off the first impulse I find But my mama thinks I should take my time And work for mines But how much work would it take And how much money would I make Wait Theres somethin I gotta think about But I ain't got that much time Moms want a nigga out tha house I ain't gettin no younger I'm only gettin older I'm only Thinking about what my mama told me Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice I ain't nuttin nice Down to slang or pull a heist Jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice That's real Now what should I do Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill I've concealed tha concealed So I've maintained for tha salary And my mentally is raw from tha door I go hard from tha door Up against all odds Always down to squab Dogg Pound for life I survive til 95 Day after day makin hits wit D-A-Z Ta get paid yeah yeah yeah Chorus

Top down, music loud Leaves fall, don't quit Coasting through my city Doggy do what Diddy What you hearing, what you heard Turning this your learning curve You could hooka, I'm a burn Leaves with the Chronic herb Laid back, listen to it Show me how you wanna do it If I like it, I'm a do it If I don't, then I won't Flick some ashes on the floor Impala, '64 White on white, paint dripping From the hood to the dough Got a car full of gas but no place to go Coasting through the city with my top down Looking back on all the years I worked my heart out I give thanks to all my friends who stuck it out to see The wings I grew for me And you not come and fly with me Coasting through the city with my top down Looking back on all the years I worked my heart out I give thanks to all my friends who stuck it out to see The wings I grew for me And you not come and fly with me Starting in the bend and a Mini Van (the taps in the box) Torn down from the struggle but (I still never stop) I worked three jobs at time, caught notes and bills due But don't give up, it's a process you gotta through (one step, two Step, three step, four) I've been boo'd off stage Overlooked and underpaid But now I'm standing in the booth next to Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg) I've lost homies to the game Seen the clouds and the rain But did I mention I'm setting next to Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg) Man God is good, he said that I'm a champion Before the Duncan came down with the "and one" God is good, he said that I'm a champion Before the Duncan came down with the "and one" Sunset Boulevard Give it to you real hard Dolo on the solo Riding around with no bodygaurd Cadillac music Lil' homie, we doos it Yes sir, I'm dressed up And I'm the freshest Ain't no dust, we too clean to keep up No cliques or broomsticks Homie, we sweep up Up close and personal So ya'll can't peep us Adidas sneakers Real heat sneakers Ear to the speaker Let the rhythm get you Stroll on or roll on or I'm a hit you The sun going down but we still coming up Make a run with us Have some fun with us Drop dead, top back, blowing in the wind Coasting through the city with my newfound friend