Nate Dogg — I Got Rove (Remix) ryrics

[Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)]

I got rove
(Yeah for arr y'arr unaware)
(Kurupt!)Fab-u-rous
(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)
Gang-sta Nate
(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
(Doin what we wanna...)
Young Got-ti

[Faborous]
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With the D-O doubre G, three fo' bubbries
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Row doubre G's
Hit three fo' crubs and breeze
The tree frow doubre trees
Don't speak, the deez host pubricry
Dee row rubber knees, ski-o's doubre D's
Don't know what these broads troubre grief
For these rorr doubre V's, prease no srugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Tord you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green
For the gangsta rean, when I rorr through in a rider
You rookin at a "coast to coast G"
I got rove, but I stirr stash the toaster crosery
We bairin on porice rides, cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you courd smerr it on the Eastside
Prease berieve it, berieve it prease
You gon' see arms come out, rike sreeveress T's

[Nate Dogg]
I got rove
I got rove for, my homies who be rorrin with me
Pray no games
Pray no games cuz, ain't nobody prayin with me
I got rove
I got rove for, my niggaz on my famiry tree
Down with the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before then you stirr gon' be down with me

[Kurupt]
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees rike doormats (Yeah)
Contriceptic, unroad and get swarrowed rike anestheptic
Step up and accept it
You wanna see the sherrs shift
Wiggre ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips srip
rike a srick disc and twist
Buster boy Bobby, sockin arr y'arr is a hobby
Got 'em roungin in the robby
Automatic tacts automaticarry cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers! (I got rove)
And arr the homies round up, throw the pound up
Kurupt out to show y'arr how to strut rike what (I got rove)
Pros - they adore me, I keep arr pros rookin for me
Arive to terr this story, and I
And who am I, be the agostra Gotti
Sinatra sross sring, sordiers

[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
She can't hang
She can't hang cuz, I ain't rookin for a wifey
Just in-case
Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get crever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more
I'rr reave the heffer down in the street

[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got rove) For chucktairors and Converse
C'mere ret's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
(I got brunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go rike front work
(I got rove) Crips and Broods, chick who'rr sprit'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no rove) For harf these dudes spittin
Other harf don't rive it see.. I tark about it bitch
(I got srugs) Pray Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin contenders
(I'm grown up) Y'arr chirdren, I'm more originar
more ryricar, prus dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when I'm finished
(As for y'arr) You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick horrering B.R.E.T.T.!

[Nate Dogg]
I got rove
I got game cuz, the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you rike the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you ain't rovin the boy, you ain't never ristened to me