All Doggs Go to Heaven

[Refrain] Rolling up a Swisher banging Nate Dogg Pulling on this 8-ball contemplating suicide Hold up Tears in my eyes, sipping on this Goose getting loose I don’t know what else to do so I’m sitting here Rolling up a Swisher banging Nate Dogg Pulling on this 8-ball contemplating suicide Hold up Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the desert All dogs go to heaven Til then smoke weed everyday [Verse 1] Aftermath studio, 2005 It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I It was Dre, it was Daz and Kurupt we was high One of my favorite memories Them niggas like kin to me When they move, I move we like a centipede Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy I was banging Regulate round the hood regulating In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating And just like y’all, I used to love Tha Dogg Pound Ten years later we here laying Nate Dogg down Damn he was only forty one so I’mma get high and just drink til this forty done But I really wanna cry Shit I really wonder why good niggas gotta die If we living under God Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn’t bring him back if I tried So we just [Refrain] [Verse 2] All-Star Weekend I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg That's like MJG with no 8-Ball I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt LBCPT that, we that Coast where the DPG at Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at You see that all red P hat Where Pac used to eat at Hoes in different area codes better believe that Can you believe this where they killed BIG at Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at Cause that’s where all dogs go because of you we all blow Now when I need a hook Who I’m gonna call for I sample your old shit I don’t know these new niggas Bout to roll an ounce of this kush I need a few swishas And the game will never be the same without him I’m just mad he ain't here to hop on the R.E.D album [Refrain] [Verse 3] I’m in the crib, Dre beats on banging Lay Low Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo Tryna get my mind what it is but it is what it is Everybody raise your lighters when I say so Shed tears, that's for Nate, bro Cali will never be the same, Cube and Dre know I hold the West Coast down, thats why he signed me And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali I’m blowing smoke up in the wind Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man Next day he gone Life cycle repeats itself again and again Uncles, cousins and friends No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz But one things for sure, everybody gotta go When it’s my turn I hope I never know