Lyrics:
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry bustin off freely
Screamin', "Fuck, all y'all niggas" in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out
And I'm bustin' after you
Bustling by the crib
We living in the end of times maybe
Stocking up the crib
That's what I'm a have to do
Governments' a pig
mean
Superstar status I'm makin' a scene
I spent a thousand two thousand on jeans
Racks got my pants bustin' out of the seams
Swipe Rixh young n****
from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords
Bustin' pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow
Oh, I'm
commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next
and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich itala heels, roberto cavali glasses
Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Hit
with me) (hey, yuh)
Yuh, I seen you rush in had you bustin' at the same time
It's no discussion, I was crushing on you every time
You waking up
Aight? Check it out (fuck that)
Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much, man
(Check it out y'all, check it, check it out)
We can all get by if we
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
Pullin out the boat slurpy swamp
Told em Unknown gon' pop
Bustin' all the opps in my box
I just hit 2 pumps in da box
Had to put the cone in my box,
blood drippin
We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin niggaz work their lives out without pay (huh)
Whatever it takes to switch places wit
through in a strap, with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up, in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
hoo
Gotta shake ur groove yeah
Shake ur groove
And do ur moves
I wanna move baby
Yeah
Dance, dance, dance
I'm bustin' out this groove
Has reached way
Macy's, yeah
These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
niggas talkin shit out west
I'm down south hustlin, crushin, bustin on punk busters
I know them niggas want to rush us, but can't touch us
When
Bustin' out the propane
Tear it up with my friends
Nothing gonna stop us
Not all the money you can get
(Go, go, go)
Oh, that's that I said
Okay!
I just made a quick dub
Got her lips done
Diamonds bustin' out the eardrum
Okay!
Slipped I done dripped up
From the hip up
I don't care bout
checka (straight out the sewer, word up)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (do it, sewage, you knew it)
Microphone checka, one, two, checka
play
Bustin' out of her face
Shootin' shit like I'm Clay
Shootin' shit like I'm Curry
And I keep it 30
And we up by 30
Clean the money, it was dirty
Off
spot?
{B.G.}
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
get em out and shut that bitch down
{Lil Wayne}
huh? well
go
Well, here you go, I'm off and on the road So bust it up, I'll be flowin
Bustin' the vocals out of my grill and kickin' the rhymes like Hele
the team
When it come down to his partner, want him bad like I'm a fiend
Bitch I grew up around K's, know it's murder what I seen
Shout out Hatch, bumpin'
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