[Intro/Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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One to the other, other two to the three
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On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G
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Still chasin paper, still runnin them streets
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I never trust a hoe because I know what they be
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One to the two to the three to the fo'
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Baby when you need let me come in the back do'
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She's still a bad bitch but I don't love her though
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Once I hit it once I'd rather leave her alone
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Uhh! Aiyyo I'm worldwide respected
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You know the G4 flies international, niggaz flyin domestic
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I been around the world, seent many faces
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But better yet I got head from difference races
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And I don't trust 'em as far as I can throw 'em
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I murder with no motive, I hit 'em and don't know 'em
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I just, sneak, and send 'em right back home
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That's Bleek, not your hubby ma, I'm not like home
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But dig it, the truth hurt, they be addicted to the didick
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I dig in it, they one shot and live with it
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But mami vacate premises
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The head straight chiller man invite all my niggaz in
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Nate and Free, I might make you my lil'
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drug hoe if you can take a D
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mami, and run with it cause I had my fun with it
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It's S-P, D-G-L and Nate we done with it
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[Chorus]
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[Freeway]
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Yeah, me and Nate Dogg just skate off
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with two chicks and they both freaks eager to bone, yeah
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I'm tryin to scrape one and split, she tryin to get to my home
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She got a thing for rap stars and athletes
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She tryin to chill with the clique, wantin to hop on the phone
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All in her men's truck, callin her friends up
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But Free don't go for that, or go for chicks
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that hang at clubs, ball games and track meets
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Free don't like no groupie-ass bitches
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So if you got your eyes on my digits better keep goin
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Keep mo'n, and if you tryin to with Freeway
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Keep paper, and when you give met, keep goin
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We smokin, backwoods keep rollin
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That's why a nigga higher than the skyscraper
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One to the two and three to the four
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If you fuck with the raw I'll tie your neighbors up
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[Chorus]
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[Young Chris]
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Yeah, you rockin with with the R-O-C
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What you coppin ma it's all on C
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You can call on me when you havin hard times
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I hustle at all times, you welcome to all mine
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That's only wifey though, the rest of y'all triflin hoes
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don't get a dime, get your mind right your mic and go
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One to the two to the three to the four
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Mami it's one to the two to the three in my Porsche
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And me, we tryin to see if you can take on us all at once
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and stay P ma, you breakin us off for free
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I holla back ma, it's Free, Weezy, easy
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Young gunna, Nate Dogg a wild on track
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My niggaz is skeetin, we hittin we leavin
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Y'all, love 'em and hug we forget 'em and flee 'em (that's right)
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We don't need 'em if they ain't breakin with the team
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Cause they ain't nothin fuck 'em relationship a misdemeanor
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Leave Her Alone
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| Nate Dogg |
