Nate Dogg, Warren G, Mista Grimm - Here Comes Another Hit lyrics
[Nate Dogg, Warren G, Mista Grimm - Here Comes Another Hit lyrics]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling cuz
(whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist
In case fools lose love
These days still the same
I can steal the flame
Eyes kill with the pain
So I advise y'all to chill with the games
Entertain for the cheddar and the change
So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man
Around my dogs, banging the pound
Swanging the town
How we choose
Now I'm aggravated and assault
Is my next move
Success means issues
So I guess it's time for me to disclude
Handle mines, we use pistols
G's move with the conscience
When we disaprove of that nonsense
Ex-cons with that gangsta
Gangsta gangsta shit
Here come another hit
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us smashing up the
Shore past laws thats lost
2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust
TV screen, DVD, E-mail
Passenger, bad female, what the hell
Stash spot, with the hollow head shell
Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail
Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G
I pull strings, like Mya Landske
Bulletproof, emotint you can't see
Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee
Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage
Like wintergreenmint, talk shit
Sleep with the fish, you cement
New residence, with no hesitance
It gets tints on the floor
Staple center chick
Next to Denzel and Nicholsen
Phil Jackson whistlin'
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us
In South scene
Me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts
Dying to fuck
I chuck us when we step through
Poppin' our collars, with our nephews
Next to you, you got millionaires moving
Hitting the dance floor
Stealing their groovin'
Doing they damn thing
And ain't worried about a damn thing
But man, thats the celebrity ways
Poppin' a litty got some rappers
Scared of these days
Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays
Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala
In front of the club
Make your woman wanna holla
(holla)
At a playa though, what's your dude yo
I keep it gangsta
I ain't trying to be rude hoe
Oh, you know how that shit go
Or give when cats get fed
Off the four or fifths
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
That parade in blue, and yelling cuz
(whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist
In case fools lose love
These days still the same
I can steal the flame
Eyes kill with the pain
So I advise y'all to chill with the games
Entertain for the cheddar and the change
So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man
Around my dogs, banging the pound
Swanging the town
How we choose
Now I'm aggravated and assault
Is my next move
Success means issues
So I guess it's time for me to disclude
Handle mines, we use pistols
G's move with the conscience
When we disaprove of that nonsense
Ex-cons with that gangsta
Gangsta gangsta shit
Here come another hit
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us smashing up the
Shore past laws thats lost
2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust
TV screen, DVD, E-mail
Passenger, bad female, what the hell
Stash spot, with the hollow head shell
Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail
Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G
I pull strings, like Mya Landske
Bulletproof, emotint you can't see
Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee
Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage
Like wintergreenmint, talk shit
Sleep with the fish, you cement
New residence, with no hesitance
It gets tints on the floor
Staple center chick
Next to Denzel and Nicholsen
Phil Jackson whistlin'
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us
In South scene
Me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts
Dying to fuck
I chuck us when we step through
Poppin' our collars, with our nephews
Next to you, you got millionaires moving
Hitting the dance floor
Stealing their groovin'
Doing they damn thing
And ain't worried about a damn thing
But man, thats the celebrity ways
Poppin' a litty got some rappers
Scared of these days
Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays
Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala
In front of the club
Make your woman wanna holla
(holla)
At a playa though, what's your dude yo
I keep it gangsta
I ain't trying to be rude hoe
Oh, you know how that shit go
Or give when cats get fed
Off the four or fifths
I think it's time we do it
They said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one