Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night’s pussy the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corna Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The smell of marijuana reeks off me I raise hell before I speak softly Caught in the mix Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot) When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us ya baby boy made the big time Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe And if its only one bitch don’t even share a hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa) Let’s toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa) My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa) Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa) My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa) Na na na
