DJ Quik, Nate Dogg - What They Think lyrics
[DJ Quik, Nate Dogg - What They Think lyrics]
They say you suckers ain't got no hustle
No drive
If it's West then you came to settle, no jive
Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real
Yo Money
Y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?
It's a, conspiracy made by the rest no doubt
It's like the game is designed to
Keep the left coast out
So how 'bout instead of doin 106th & Park
We do 108th and Crenshaw, after dark?
Seen a nigga smile so I turned and asked him
"Why yo' mouth got so much platinum?"
Thankin you the shit, all young and sporty
Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40
Far from a sex symbol
And you can't pronounciate
But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway
Stretch your pimp toes
Yeah you're flossin poorly
You need to pump your breaks
Yeah slow down wodie!
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Yeah, they sayin y'all smoke cigar shape
That's the craze
Cut up in a blunt, lick it back and blaze
Over hurr, over thurr, that's the catchphrase
Skip the bathwater, y'all be dirty for days
Brown weed, gold teeth, hit the flo' now
Robitussin all in your cup, got you slow now
Let the streets tell it, nigga word of mouth
Cause ain't nobody catchin no
Colds down south
Where you from nigga? Yup, had to be
Actin all mad, mad doggin me
Yeah I know you got the
Bombest weed and palm trees
But you shoulda cut that fuckin curl in '83
When girls come around you don't even flirt
Busy throwin up rags, fuckin up my concert
While we be busy makin paper, chasin cheese
You still set trippin off them B's and C's
There ain't shit you won't do
For a record deal while we be makin moves
You be keepin it real
While we comparin bankrolls
You comparin skills
One mo' thang mayne, backwoods kill
You wanna be famous, nigga sound like us
Gotta copy the West to go platinum plus
When I come through the East
And hang homey I swang
I leave my radio cause y'all
No players out there
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 shore
It's the gangland, bangin is payin a G more
Nate Dogg, he done bust your girl bubble
Compton and Long Beach together now
You know you in trouble
Takin death chances bangin just to
Show that we true but still
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
No drive
If it's West then you came to settle, no jive
Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real
Yo Money
Y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?
It's a, conspiracy made by the rest no doubt
It's like the game is designed to
Keep the left coast out
So how 'bout instead of doin 106th & Park
We do 108th and Crenshaw, after dark?
Seen a nigga smile so I turned and asked him
"Why yo' mouth got so much platinum?"
Thankin you the shit, all young and sporty
Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40
Far from a sex symbol
And you can't pronounciate
But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway
Stretch your pimp toes
Yeah you're flossin poorly
You need to pump your breaks
Yeah slow down wodie!
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Yeah, they sayin y'all smoke cigar shape
That's the craze
Cut up in a blunt, lick it back and blaze
Over hurr, over thurr, that's the catchphrase
Skip the bathwater, y'all be dirty for days
Brown weed, gold teeth, hit the flo' now
Robitussin all in your cup, got you slow now
Let the streets tell it, nigga word of mouth
Cause ain't nobody catchin no
Colds down south
Where you from nigga? Yup, had to be
Actin all mad, mad doggin me
Yeah I know you got the
Bombest weed and palm trees
But you shoulda cut that fuckin curl in '83
When girls come around you don't even flirt
Busy throwin up rags, fuckin up my concert
While we be busy makin paper, chasin cheese
You still set trippin off them B's and C's
There ain't shit you won't do
For a record deal while we be makin moves
You be keepin it real
While we comparin bankrolls
You comparin skills
One mo' thang mayne, backwoods kill
You wanna be famous, nigga sound like us
Gotta copy the West to go platinum plus
When I come through the East
And hang homey I swang
I leave my radio cause y'all
No players out there
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 shore
It's the gangland, bangin is payin a G more
Nate Dogg, he done bust your girl bubble
Compton and Long Beach together now
You know you in trouble
Takin death chances bangin just to
Show that we true but still
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you
Think about you think about you
This is what they think, of you