Chorus: Nate Dogg

Oooh, you make my

High, come down

Oooh, you make my

High

Come down

You make my high

Come

All the way, down

Oooh, you make my

High

Come down

Hook: Nate Dogg

Just hit the eastside

Of the fuckin' L.B.C

I don't associate with haters

Motherfuckin' gangstas we...

Just hit the dope

Spot

Just picked up some bomb ass weed

Man, I'll holla at you later

I'm about to hit these streets

As sure as my game is tight

Just spotted a real dime piece

I thought my day could not be greater

That's about the time I peeped (peaked?)

There go Mr. John N. Law

All in my rear view

The next thing I heard was sirens

Tell me, what am I to do?

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 1)

[Coolwadda]

Ay

Can I get a pass for that?

Tryin' to be in the back, where the stars is at

Seems like everybody got they shovels

Diggin' C&C

But you messin' with my high levels

Felt by devils

And blue dresses

To big booty ghetto ones

Heavy Metal ones

One

Actin' like that we don't pass it around

Hope you got a sack, girl, cause you bringin' me down

[Chico]

Slow motion on the blue court

Like I'm on a tight rope

Kid

Can't I spark it?

Flash, flash

The whole world's a ash tray, flick it on the dash

Then I parallel every car that pass

Ugh

Whoodie got that hash

Nate got more than an eight

That Dogg got Pounds in his safe

Don't it feel safe?

Between heaven and space?

Git these fucking weirdos out my face...

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 2)

[Chico]

My Bible wouldn't been preached

Been the beast, I been the prey

Parallel park in here

And get towed away

Stowed away

In the back of the trunk where the tool be

Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi

Cool, he proves me

Over yonder

In that little white

Honda, Civic, they talk that street shit

Well then, I can get to livin'

Let me out here

Pivot post

I'm chippin' these niggas up close

[Coolwadda]

I bust the uzi so you can bust one

Must've brought your high

Down, to get you on one, Chico

So you know I'm on one

And when they scatter and run

Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun

Just in case

I got to come on y'all like eight minutes

Ride for the chips, parallel

Til we finish

Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow

Not feelin' y'all, bringin' down my hydro

Repeat Chorus

Repeat Hook

Repeat Chorus