[Intro: E-40]
The 213, the 707, the 41510, biatch
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You see the main thidang about the gidame
It's to be sidold and not tidold
Have a couple babies and let it get old
To be praised and respected by big and the little
Riddled by the stock exchange rock game
Get close, overdose as the West Coast chop game
Nick him but don't cut him
40 Water and The Click, on DPG, I had to fuck wit' him
[Verse 2: E-40]
Uh-fuh-uh, follow that cab, it got dope in it, uh
My nigga Snoop got some hoes in it
Uh, uh, centerfold Suzettes all secret and sacrеd
Can't wait 'til we get 'em both nakеd
We act so bad up in this bytch (Bytch), gravy over rice
More game than Fisher Price, bitches pay the price, uh
Why in the hell are you so ignorant? Uh
Why is your slang so illiterate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Suga-T]
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
[Verse 3: Suga-T]
Hoes, we know these groupies come from everywhere, yeah
Gotta put these ki's in the pot, boss playa playa
Check this plot, click on this, smob on that
Suga-T paper, fa shizzy, scridatch
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
It's so simple to make it happen, more paper to keep the scratch
Bent off the Hurricane, chillin' and relaxed into the shit
I keep it bumpin' and humpin' just like a droptop
Will it ever quit? Will it ever stop? (No)
40 Water, Legit, Shot and Suga, Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)
Connected with my homie Richie P from the Oaktown
'Cause I get sick wid' it, and they don't know why
'Cause I get sick wid' it, because they say I'm too fly, what
[Verse 5: D-Shot]
A lotta niggas ain't knowin'
That niggas got big respect, it ain't just a tape in yo' deck
It's the nigga that pops 'til a nigga can't pop no more
Straight pervin' on the indo
From my hood to your hood, ain't nathan but the big love (Big love)
If you need a strap, I'm your plug
They call me D-Shot, the Shot Caller
AKA, better known, the Boss Baller
[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Suga-T]
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
[Verse 6: B-Legit]
I'm all original, baby, one last D-boy
Still got the Zeniths that I flipped from Troy
Hit the Bromley track, smokes big with Pat
Blowin' young sweet, got a game in the back
See, I'm in with Ben and little Joe be comin'
But I'm about to make Nina Ross my woman
I hit her five times, made her feel important
Took her to the mall and she bought me Jordans
[Verse 7: Kurupt]
One day, I was dippin' through the hood
I seen all my homies and it was all to the good
I'm Kurupt, the half-faced villain cold chillin'
Loot from the floor to the ceilin', straight billin'
With so much cash, it's in abundance
Been there and done done it, everything you done seen and ever wanted
I'm Kurupt, piece me up a piece of the pie
Many tried but many died in attempts to ride
Who's the man with ten thousand plans?
Got the bands with my squad with worldwide homicidal plans
Too many stretched they arm and got to touch my loot
But fuck a dog, beware of the owner 'cause the owner'll shoot
And he's a dog in the worst way
And a nigga like me's tight on my worst day
I've been rockin' the fuckin' mic since the first day
My eyes open wide and finally realize there's a way to get paid
[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Suga-T]
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
We came to rock your body, rock your soul
