Текст песни DJ Quik f Nate Dogg - What They Think
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[Nate] This is what they think, of you[Quik] Here`s what they think about you[Nate] Think about you[Quik] This is what they think about you[Nate] Think about you[Quik] Here`s what they think about you[Nate] This is what they think, of you[DJ Quik]They say you suckers ain`t got no hustle, no driveIf it`s West then you came to settle, no jiveYo B, yo God, yo Son, y`all ain`t realYo Money, y`all cats be frontin - what the deal?It`s a, conspiracy made by the rest no doubtIt`s like the game is designed to keep the left coast outSo how `bout instead of doin 106th & Parkwe do 108th and Crenshaw, after dark?[Nate Dogg]Seen a nigga smile so I turned and asked him"Why yo` mouth got so much platinum?"Thankin you the shit, all young and sportyCan`t wait to see your grill when you turn 40Far from a sex symbol and you can`t pronounciateBut 2Pac passed, so they signed it anywayStretch your pimp toes, yeah you`re flossin poorlyYou need to pump your breaks, YEAH SLOW DOWN WODIE![Chorus: Nate Dogg]This is what they think, of youThink about youThink about youThis is what they think, of youThink about youThink about youThis is what they think, of you[DJ Quik]Yeah, they sayin y`all smoke cigar shape, that`s the crazeCut up in a blunt, lick it back and blazeOver hurr, over thurr, that`s the catchphraseSkip the bathwater, y`all be dirty for daysBrown weed, gold teeth, hit the flo` nowRobitussin all in your cup, got you slow nowLet the streets tell it, nigga word of mouthCAUSE AIN`T NOBODY CATCHIN NO COLDS DOWN SOUTH[Nate Dogg]Where you from nigga? Yup, had to beActin all mad, mad doggin meYeah I know you got the bombest weed and palm treesBut you shoulda cut that fuckin curl in `83When girls come around you don`t even flirtBusy throwin up rags, fuckin up my concertWhile we be busy makin paper, chasin cheeseYou still set trippin off them B`s and C`s[Chorus][Nate Dogg]There ain`t shit you won`t do for a record dealWhile we be makin moves, you be keepin it realWhile we comparin bankrolls, you comparin skillsOne mo` thang mayne, backwoods killYou wanna be famous, nigga sound like usGotta copy the West to go platinum plusWhen I come through the East and hang homey I swangI leave my radio cause y`all no players out there[DJ Quik]Heh, what the hell are y`all hatin for? (Hmm?)Can`t a young player make money any more? (Hmm?)Without havin to be from the South or East shoreIt`s the gangland, bangin is payin a G moreNate Dogg, he done bust your girl bubbleCompton and Long Beach together now you know you in troubleTakin death chances bangin just to show that we trueBut still..[Chorus][Nate Dogg]Think about youThink about youThis is what they think, of youThink about youThink about youThis is what they think, of you