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the hell are you so ignorant, Wht is your slang so little? [Chorus x2: Nate Dogg] We came to rock ya body, Rock your soul We came to rock ya body, rock
An' all my, represent yo' bang Put it up, now click clack it up An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up We do it to ya Doggystyle Big Bow
'm playin' the skelly top It's gettin', ?Hot In Here? Like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A little rock'll
Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion, where I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain
we popping ya Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya Them West side guys will get ya Burning the
mangled Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles Show her the click clicker, better yet
bet you even talk the same 'Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin' for the brain That's our position simple and plain, there'll be no explanation We show no hesitation, we
Let ya party over day and hit ya wit' that ding-a-ling I got that good shit, lollipop (Lollipop) And once I get up in ya, I make ya body rock (Body rock
that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A
on the click Clair soldiers starved for days in the land Where the gangsta niggas roll,on The dark side, snatchin' souls, them soldiers thumpin' Dumpin' slugs in the body
ya mouth (We'll make you go away) Dogghouse in ya mouth (We'll make you go away) Dogghouse in ya mouth Dogghouse in ya mouth Dogghouse in ya mouth Dogghouse
we bout our business All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch We put bodies
five extra clips Deep, always deep is how we come 'cause we ain't no joke So when you hoes talk all this shit, we gonna cut ya throat And let you chuck
beef like a deep freezer Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin' Leave ya thoughts wastin
So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in
your little backstreet poster cause bow wow's here and it's over ya heard I'm this I'm that I'm all of the above And a big body shotgun riding on dubs
