Real Steel Bgm | Nate Dogg | Til i collapse

I'm a real P-I-M-P And I love the way the ladies shake that thang From a real G-A-N-G And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin' Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin' Niggas playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin' Niggas movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin' Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin' Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love I got love for my niggas who be watchin' my back No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games You can check my gangsta files I been putting in work since 1985 Got an angel by my side All my demons always beggin' me to ride Uh, now ever since rappa's had riches, Luda's had bitches Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures Menages wit sisters, veins poppin' out like shrimp, lobster A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say? If something don't smell right, what can I spray? Tech-9 incense, say for instance See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant We so crummy, countin' mo' money But stay strapped up like crash test dummies Put 3 to your tummy, 2 to your throat And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope Just in case, you don't make it home You better super glue grip the chrome Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head I'm a real P-I-M-P And I love the way the ladies shake that thang From a real G-A-N-G And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang

I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down Man I been thinkin' lately About the way the world just be changin' Is it a sin to be chasin' paper? I can't count the niggas dyin' lately It's the grave or incarceration I know you hurt but you can't replace 'em You go and dig a hole then erase 'em You just created a smaller nation A jail cell is all that's waitin' Look at all the progress you're makin' I really hope you're kinda patient You facin' 25, no probation 2 for 1 is multiplication Your freedom is all their takin' Is it best to be dead or pacin'? All 'cos you couldn't take it I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down How can I concentrate With all the problems that I face I often ask myself if there's a place Where I can get away I keep my head to the sky And try to maintain my pace If I don't then I'm gone Somebody gon' take my place No need to go too fast 'Cos I know a little time it takes But my situation's bad I'll be jackin' soon at this rate I ain't tryin' to make you mad It's a plain and simple fact you face If you're broke you hurt most From all the bullshit you take I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down Lately, I've been feelin' like givin' up The pain inside makes me Wanna reach out and touch someone Anyone who feels that I Ain't been hurt enough You best duck or get stuck 'Cos man I been hurtin' for months No more, no more, no more, no more I've been hurtin' a while No more, no more, no more, no more And I don't wanna hurt no more No more, no more, no more, no more Don't wanna hurt no more No more But the rain keeps comin' down I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I, but the rain keeps comin' down I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more I don't wanna hurt no more

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

Ooh... (x2) Why, did my homie have to Die, with tears in my Eyes, i came to say goodbye (say goodbye) (X2) Jus' passing through to let you know that i remember the times we shared (ohh yeah) (mm hmm) Your mother prayed for us both night and day, i guess this is what she feared (oo mm) (mm hmm) The picture in my room keeps your image sharply in my head (all in my head) (mm hmm) I jus cant let go of the memories i have, Will this madness ever end? (mm) Why, did my homie have to Die, with tears in my Eyes, i came to say goodbye (say goodbye) (X2) Sometimes i wonder if it's better to be free or be in jail (oh mm) (mm hmm) Incarceration, at this time, to me is better than heaven or hell (ohh yeah) (mm hmm) I often wonder if you'd still be here if you had worn your vest (worn your vest) (mm hmm) You'll most likely soon see me, we'll all be a memory, if we dont change this mess (ooh) Change it or we're gone, y'all Why, did my homie have to Die, with tears in my Eyes, i came to say goodbye (say goodbye) (X2) I'm. passin' through to let you know (passin through to let you know). That i'm. gonna tell everyone i know (gonna tell everyone i know). How we... used to send em to the floor (used to send em to the floor). Have we... have we forgot to mourn? (c'mon) Ohhh... how long... how long... how will they mourn? Mourn... how long... how long... how long will they mourn Why, did my homie have to Die, with tears in the Eyes, i came to say goodbye. (X3)

(Feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones In Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from} Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch" She get them birds past, I put her in first class And tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bag She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin I lay niggaz out like creased khakis In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin I got the whole N-Y-C saggin [Chorus: Nate Dogg] If you don't know (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside) Where I'm from (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't know (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making) Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels) [The Game] Y'all niggaz got it fucked up What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher? Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel 'cause' See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love" (If you don't know) I painted the Rover black The West coast is back, I can smoke to that Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack Homey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to back So please don't push me. You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all pussy [Chorus - 2X]