| Lyrics: | feat. Nas, JS)
[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
(All star baby)
Young quick see
(F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep
hearin' me (All day, everyday)
Livin' the good life, good life uh huh good life
(Braveheartz)
[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
Sure as the world is turnin' round and round (Shit
is real yo)
There's these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin' to bring you down
(Fucked up)
But I don't know why I mention
And if I don't pay no attention I'm cool (Real niggas do real
things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town [Inhale and
coughs]
Those who trippin' slippin' listen, we ain't stoppin' now (Can't stop)
We won't
even pause, y'all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin' the good life, good life, good
life
(Livin' the good life baby)
[Hook]
Young quick see (Come on, come
on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still,
still, still)
Livin' the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin' the
life)
[JS]
It ain't nothin' but a paper chase
But even when ya paper
straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die
hate
Well fuck it, I'ma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y'all niggas is
late
See it's big face, big livin'
Big dogs and big pimpin'
Game played with nothin'
but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin' cause they on the
outside
Wishin' they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin' all black
tinted
With the niggas who'll bring it to ya brain
If it's fuckin' with
change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And
dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now it's high
tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin' the slang
The good life,
hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane
[Hook]
[Nas]
Yo, yo,
yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I'm stormin' with lead
showers
And I'm murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
I'm goin' for the top
regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I
toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin'
Cock back, four pound, let six in the
air
Rock that raw sound, gettin' wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand
on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin' respect
Braveheartin' to the
grave darlin' wavin' my sterling
From out the black Bentley it's off, spray till y'all
fallin'
East to West Coast ballin'
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the
cut
Sizin' us up, y'all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still
chronic it up
[Hook |
