Nate Dogg, The Game - Too Much lyrics
[Nate Dogg, The Game - Too Much lyrics]
I'm from the old hood
Somethin like yo' hood
Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge
But the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment
Grew up in the 80's
So that mean
Me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist
Never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G
And 'Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to
Be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let
It drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want
Just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied
Up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio
Not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk
So let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Don't know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef clown
My son three now
And I've been watchin Dre so
Long I'm makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben
Wallace in the D Town
I mean Chi Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round
Fo' plus fo'-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West
Call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til
They split my wig
I come back from the dead
Tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel
Dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive
So I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and
Keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit
Since I was two
I brought the West coast back
What the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and
Hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down
Let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley
If only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game
Wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight
Read this at my wake
I gave 'em "The Documentary" and
They scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers
Nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
'Sides there's way too many hoes in here
Somethin like yo' hood
Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge
But the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment
Grew up in the 80's
So that mean
Me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist
Never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G
And 'Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to
Be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let
It drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want
Just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied
Up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio
Not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk
So let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Don't know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef clown
My son three now
And I've been watchin Dre so
Long I'm makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben
Wallace in the D Town
I mean Chi Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round
Fo' plus fo'-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West
Call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til
They split my wig
I come back from the dead
Tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel
Dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive
So I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and
Keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit
Since I was two
I brought the West coast back
What the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and
Hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down
Let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley
If only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game
Wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight
Read this at my wake
I gave 'em "The Documentary" and
They scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers
Nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
'Sides there's way too many hoes in here