[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]
(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, what`s the deal, nigga?
Ain`t nuthin` pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our head rights, get this money right
You know what I`m sayin`, you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin` down
Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that`s when Ghost just g`d off
Cigars, paisley robes
Four bitches guardin` me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards, that`s an insult
That`s the cause, just because
We talkin` bout 5 million dollars here, this ain`t Play-doh dough
And your horoscope read, you gon` slay those lows
We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin` the show
Special guest: Starks Mark Bronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in
All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin`
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
Oooooh weee, ohh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
[Nate Dogg]
When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know
I`m hangin` wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost
I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know
They say ooooooh wee
When I`m roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll
Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
If you actin` menace I can pick another hoe
Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
I`m a bad muthafucka, I`m way to fuckin` cold
Let me tell you what they say, when I`m pullin` off my drawers
They say ooooooooooh weeeee
[Trife]
Aiyo, aiyo
My games here to party, just to cut up a rug
Don`t make me wanna cut up a thug
Now play something for D.J., cuz there`s nothin` but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin` for somethin` to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin` up bud
The Theodore Unit, we controllin` the club
Mamies, shakin` they ass, they throwin` it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I`m wrappin` it up
[Chorus 2X]
[Saigon]
To the bang bang boogie, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump
I love to get a bitch that`s stuck up the hump
Act thug, then my bullet get`s stuck up your rump
Like boom, ya`ll heard, I bust and that`s my word
So if you get out of line then, that your ass is mine
And I`mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth
I might be new to the game (what?)
But it`s a damn shame, what a brother bout to do to the game
I got Mark Ron` backin` me up
I`m already on a song with Nate Dogg, that`s why you wanna hate, dog?
Here`s a warning, when Mark bring the horns in
Say the wrong thing, and you won`t see the morning
You gon` get dealt with man, yo Nate, man
let`s ride on these bitches, come on
