Uh, uh, uh, easy, yeah, Nate, Nate, young, free, hey, let's go One to the upper, upper, two to the three, y'all, the Micah's in it, T-E-D-O-double-G Still chasing paper, still running them streets, I never trust a **** because I know where they be One to the two, to the three, to the four, baby, when it leave, let me up in the back door She still a bad ****, but I don't love her, though, once I hit her, I'd rather leave her alone Ayo, I'm worldwide respected, you know the G4 flies international, **** flying domestic I've been around the world, seen many faces, but better yet, I got head from different races And I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, I murder with no motive I hit them and don't know them, I just sneak and send them right back home That's bleak, not your hubby, ma, I'm not like home, but dig it The truth hurts, they be addicted to the ****, I dig in it, they want shot and live with it But, mami, vacate premises, the head straight, chill a minute, bite all my **** and Natan free I might make you my little drug, if you could take the D, mami, and run with it Cause I had my fun with it, it's S-P-D-G-L-A-N-A-T-E, done with it One to the upper, upper, two to the three, y'all, the Micah's in it, T-E-D-O-double-G Still tasting paper, still running them streets, I never trust the **** because I know what they feed One to the two, two to three to the four, baby, when you leave, let me have in the back door She still a bad ****, but I don't love her, though, once I hit her once, I'd rather leave her alone Yeah, me and Nate Dogg just skate off with two chicks and they both freaks, eat to the bone, yeah I'm trying to scrape on this blip, she trying to get to my home, she got a thing for rap stars and athletes She trying to chill with the clique, wanting to hop on the phone, all in the men's trunk, calling her friends up for free Don't go for that, or go for chicks that hang at clubs, ballgames, and crack meets ring Don't like no groupie ****, so if you got your eyes on my digits, better keep going Keep mowing, and if you trying to get with freeway, keep paper, and when you give neck, keep going Keep smoking, backwards, keep rolling, that's why **** got higher than the skyscraper One to the two, and three to the four, if you **** with the poor, I'll tie your name, what's up? One to the upper, upper two to the three, on the mic as N-A-T-E-B on double G Still tasting paper, still running them streets, I never trust the **** because I know what they feed One to the two, two to three to the four, baby, when you leave, let me have in the back door She still a bad ****, but I don't love her, though, once I hit her once, I'd rather leave her alone Yeah, you're rocking with the R-O-C, what you copping, ma, it's all on C You can call on me when you're having a hard time, I'll help you at all times, you're welcome to all mine That's only wifey, though, the rest of y'all are tripe ****, don't get a dime, get your mind right, you might can go One to the two, to the three, to the four, mami, it's one to the two, to the three, and my boys and me We're trying to see if you can take on us all at once, it's state P, ma, you wrecking us all for free I holla back, ma, it's free-weezy-easy, young gunner, eight-dollar wallet track, oh My **** is key, then we hit and we leave, and y'all love him and hug him, we forget him and flee him That's right, we don't need him if they ain't breaking with the team, cause there ain't nothing **** in relationship or misdemeanor, oh One to the upper, upper, two to the three, on the mic as N-A-T-E-D, on double G Still chasing paper, still running them streets, I never trust the **** because I know what they feed One to the two, to the three, to the four, baby, when he leave, let me up in the back, go She still a bad ****, but I don't love her though, once I hear the guns, I'd rather leave her alone One to the upper, upper, two to the three, on the mic as N-A-T-E-D, on double G Still chasing paper, still running them streets, I never trust the **** because I know what they feed One to the two, to the three, to the four, baby, when he leave, let me up in the back, go She still a bad ****, but I don't love her though, once I hear the guns, I'd rather leave her alone