The Game - All Doggs Go To Heaven lyrics
[The Game - All Doggs Go To Heaven lyrics]
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes
Sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do
So I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate
It was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt
We was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate
Round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when
Crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all
I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high
And just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry
Shit I really wonder why
Good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I
Couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
Allstar weekend
I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes
Better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because
Of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook
Who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit
I don’t know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush
I need a few swishas
And the game will never be
The same without him
I’m just mad he ain't here to
Hop wont he R.E.D album
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on
Banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is
But it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae
Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down
That's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better
Than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting
Here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats it'self again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to
Heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know
(Hold Up)
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes
Sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do
So I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate
It was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt
We was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate
Round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when
Crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all
I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high
And just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry
Shit I really wonder why
Good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I
Couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
Allstar weekend
I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes
Better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because
Of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook
Who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit
I don’t know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush
I need a few swishas
And the game will never be
The same without him
I’m just mad he ain't here to
Hop wont he R.E.D album
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on
Banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is
But it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae
Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down
That's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better
Than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting
Here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats it'self again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to
Heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know
(Hold Up)