Nate Dogg - Goodlife Lyrics

(All star baby)
Come 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, good life, good life (Braveheartz)

Sure as the world is turnin' 'round and 'round (Shit is real yo)
There'll be niggas, bitches, snitches tryna to bring you down
(F*cked 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
To those who trippin', dissin' 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)

Come 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, good life, good life (We livin' the life)

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 dodge hate
Well f*ck 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, 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 f*ckin' with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
'Cause I remember pain, game cold as when it rain
But now it's high tech, gettin' head in the center lane
See we got the world respectin' the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane

Come quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Open your eyes and realize)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still, still, still)
Livin' the good life, good life, good life, good life

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 born 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 here
Cock back, four pound, lick six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin' wet to this year
Prince of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my TEC
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 'til 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 f*ck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up

Come quick see (Come with us)
N-A-T-E D-O-double G
Still sippin' on Coke and Hennessy
Livin' the good life, good life, good life, good life

Come quick see (All-star)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Fubu)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me
Livin' the good life, good life, good life, good life