Текст песни Nate Dogg - Good Life
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(feat. Nas, JS)[Nate Dogg & (Nas)](All star baby)Young quick see (F-U-B-U)Lately all I see is D-P-G(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)When I turn the radio on keep hearin` me (All day, everyday)Livin` the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]Sure as the world is turnin` round and round (Shit is real yo)There`s these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin` to bring you down(Fucked up) But I don`t know why I mentionAnd if I don`t pay no attention I`m cool (Real niggas do real things)(Real niggas do real things)Sure as my chronic is the best in town [Inhale and coughs]Those who trippin` slippin` listen, we ain`t stoppin` now (Can`t stop)We won`t even pause, y`all can lick my balls (Bitches)We livin` the good life, good life, good life(Livin` the good life baby)[Hook]Young quick see (Come on, come on)Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)When I turn the radio on keep hearin` me (Still, still, still)Livin` the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin` the life)[JS]It ain`t nothin` but a paper chaseBut even when ya paper straightEvery stage just another way to see cakeBut niggas still gotta die hateWell fuck it, I`ma do it cause the streets put me to itSee y`all niggas is lateSee it`s big face, big livin`Big dogs and big pimpin`Game played with nothin` but precisionMoney, cars, and womenSee niggas hatin` cause they on the outsideWishin` they could find a way in itYou see the rims spinnin` all black tintedWith the niggas who`ll bring it to ya brainIf it`s fuckin` with changeFifty-four nigga remember the nameRitz, glitz only when we empty clipsAnd dismember your brainCause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reignBut now it`s high tech out here in the center laneSee we got the world respectin` the slangThe good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane[Hook][Nas]Yo, yo, yoPass you cowards, classical rap mix form powerYasser Arafat, I`m stormin` with lead showersAnd I`m murderous, common is formerly NastradamousI`m goin` for the top regardlessPretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth kingGhosts of my dead friends lingerI toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin`Cock back, four pound, let six in the airRock that raw sound, gettin` wet to this yearCause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my techIn front the White House, my ice out demandin` respectBraveheartin` to the grave darlin` wavin` my sterlingFrom out the black Bentley it`s off, spray till y`all fallin`East to West Coast ballin`Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cutSizin` us up, y`all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cupAnd we live the good life, still chronic it up[Hook]