Nobody

Can't nobody Do you like we do Can't nobody Do you like we do Pistols and penitentiaries Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin Spead dumpin lead bustin Tell me you wanna be done It's so many thangs on these streets Gang bang on these streets Heat holders That hug wit slugs And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods Nate show these niggas how it was And how nobody do it like we does cuz Something about the west coast Makes me bang the beats Something about the west coast Makes me run them streets Somethin about the music Makes me wanna sing Something about this chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby I know you never thought these niggas could be this good We'd be bumpin in your system from hood to hood I know you never even though we would last this long You were dead wrong Homie this is Nate he's a double O.G. All up in the place Kurupt Better ask your girl why she starin at me Leave me alone Calicos We ready for the get down You ready to have sit-down Bitch nigga sit-down Runnin in and out ya house Runnin in and out ya spouse Don't say shit or I'll be running in and out your mouth Gangstas get the party crackin Hit a land and get it crunk Nate Dogg and Kurupt Yeah nigga that's wussup Now I gotta show y'all how the west coast rock shit Concoct and plot shit Dogg pound oxes DPGC The greatest on this earth Gangsta that was taught shoot before you converse Go against the grain and we convert to the worst Take flight like eagles Puncture like needles Touch him without even bein present The greatest on this earth west coast presents The Dogg Pound muthafuckin gangsta nigga On all gold feet Yeah them all gold D's We double O.G.'s Something about the west coast Make me bang the beats Something about the music Makes me wanna sing Something about the chronic Knocks me off my feet That's real chronic baby