[Nate] This is what they think, of you
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[Quik] Here's what they think about you
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[Nate] Think about you
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[Quik] This is what they think about you
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[Nate] Think about you
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[Quik] Here's what they think about you
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[Nate] This is what they think, of you
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[DJ Quik]
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They say you suckers ain't got no hustle, no drive
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If it's West then you came to settle, no jive
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Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real
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Yo Money, y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?
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It's a, conspiracy made by the rest no doubt
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It's like the game is designed to keep the left coast out
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So how 'bout instead of doin 106th & Park
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we do 108th and Crenshaw, after dark?
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[Nate Dogg]
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Seen a nigga smile so I turned and asked him
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"Why yo' mouth got so much platinum?"
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Thankin you the shit, all young and sporty
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Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40
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Far from a sex symbol and you can't pronounciate
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But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway
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Stretch your pimp toes, yeah you're flossin poorly
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You need to pump your breaks, YEAH SLOW DOWN WODIE!
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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This is what they think, of you
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Think about you
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Think about you
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This is what they think, of you
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Think about you
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Think about you
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This is what they think, of you
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[DJ Quik]
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Yeah, they sayin y'all smoke cigar shape, that's the craze
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Cut up in a blunt, lick it back and blaze
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Over hurr, over thurr, that's the catchphrase
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Skip the bathwater, y'all be dirty for days
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Brown weed, gold teeth, hit the flo' now
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Robitussin all in your cup, got you slow now
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Let the streets tell it, nigga word of mouth
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CAUSE AIN'T NOBODY CATCHIN NO COLDS DOWN SOUTH
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[Nate Dogg]
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Where you from nigga? Yup, had to be
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Actin all mad, mad doggin me
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Yeah I know you got the bombest weed and palm trees
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But you shoulda cut that fuckin curl in '83
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When girls come around you don't even flirt
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Busy throwin up rags, fuckin up my concert
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While we be busy makin paper, chasin cheese
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You still set trippin off them B's and C's
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[Chorus]
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[Nate Dogg]
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There ain't shit you won't do for a record deal
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While we be makin moves, you be keepin it real
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While we comparin bankrolls, you comparin skills
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One mo' thang mayne, backwoods kill
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You wanna be famous, nigga sound like us
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Gotta copy the West to go platinum plus
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When I come through the East and hang homey I swang
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I leave my radio cause y'all no players out there
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[DJ Quik]
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Heh, what the hell are y'all hatin for? (Hmm?)
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Can't a young player make money any more? (Hmm?)
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Without havin to be from the South or East shore
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It's the gangland, bangin is payin a G more
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Nate Dogg, he done bust your girl bubble
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Compton and Long Beach together now you know you in trouble
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Takin death chances bangin just to show that we true
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But still..
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[Chorus]
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[Nate Dogg]
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Think about you
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Think about you
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This is what they think, of you
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Think about you
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Think about you
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This is what they think, of you
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What They Think
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| DJ Quik |
