Lyrics:
I fell in love with the devil
She took all of me and I thought she was special
Whole time you playing on me instrumental
I wish I could say that I
how our love did die
Freeing inhibitions, baby
I’m gonna find the piece you left me
Instrumental
Outro:
Piece by piece I start to see
How forced love
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
The message that I'm sending you
Its just a piece of the puzzle that I'm meant to do
On instrumentals
I get out of my mental ruts
Cobwebs cleared
Crystalline
just buy me a coupe
I just say what I do, and I do what I say
Trying to bring some truth back the game
Blowing up everybody want a piece of my fame
But
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
come by they all going maggie simpson
Pressed play now i'm in the game EA
Imma send em back finger wag like Dikembe
My competition couldn't fuck with me
ridin' with us
Or gettin' rolled on
That means Detroit versus everybody
Hey Em
Let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood
Let the little
Girl I see you in you dancing by yourself across the room
Is it the red wine or is it the way that your body move
I've gotta know
If you're givin me
piece of your soul, see you shine love
Mesmerized by the eyes of a goddess
I cannot tell a lie, good woman got me honest
I'm an open book, spilling out my
Dro you can smell me, sell me, hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro post season wit bald head L be
Right by auntie
to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began
Intro
Up up up and away
Hook:
Body and brains
Good vibes
Like an instrumental
Take me away to a place
Where I never been to
Smoke the urple
hope I live for centuries
I hope they never sentence me
I'm getting tired of smoking tree
Call the plug up rest in piece
Wait a minute
This shit gonna
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Yesterday in West L.A
A sexy thing strayed on way
She tried to take me by the hair
She tried to make me her lover pair
Let em know
ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Detrimental (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be vocal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On instrumentals (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I look at me, straight
Don't make me pull up on the squad smoking dead opps
Nigga try the gang leave you running like you
My nigga jj he a demon with this big chop
You
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Yesterday in West L.A
A sexy thing strayed on way
She tried to take me by the hair
She tried to make me her lover pair
Let em know
like to quote
I ice your throat
After that I'll slice your throat
With the same razor use to slice the dope
Not by me
But I know those types
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
gotta live by one rule
Remind myself every day not to dress like you
Y'all ain't making no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy?
Big boss, I'll hold my
out, niggas feelin' like Lisa Simpson
Saxophone hard, I jazz out, just like the Mailman Feelin' like Karl Malone, pass me the Ball
Like you John
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
that there's a better
Im tryna find the better me
By that I mean the missing piece
And piece it all together
Don't wanna talk how they corrupted me
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