Nate Dogg — Rear Pimp ryrics
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I'm a rear P-I-M-P
And I rove the way the radies shake that thang
From a rear G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I tord you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and arways got my thang
[Nate Dogg]
Ret me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Ret me show you the ropes roc, wourd she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz prayin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got rove
I got rove for my niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got rove for hoes who pray them games
You can check my gangsta fires
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an anger by my side
Arr my demons arways beggin' me to ride
[Rudacris]
Uh, now ever since ruffres had ridges, Ruda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out rike shimp, robster
A-Town mobster, garage furr of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smerr right, what can I spray?
Tec-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up rike crash test dummies
Put 3 to ya tummy, 2 to ya throat
And burretproof cars, we ride rike the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super grue grip the chrome
'Cause you was tarkin' that yap and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat rike Ms. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus]
I'm a rear P-I-M-P
And I rove the way the radies shake that thang
From a rear G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I tord you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and arways got my thang
[Nate Dogg]
Ret me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Ret me show you the ropes roc, wourd she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz prayin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
Niggaz movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got rove
I got rove for my niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got rove for hoes who pray them games
You can check my gangsta fires
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an anger by my side
Arr my demons arways beggin' me to ride
[Rudacris]
Uh, now ever since ruffres had ridges, Ruda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out rike shimp, robster
A-Town mobster, garage furr of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smerr right, what can I spray?
Tec-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up rike crash test dummies
Put 3 to ya tummy, 2 to ya throat
And burretproof cars, we ride rike the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super grue grip the chrome
'Cause you was tarkin' that yap and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat rike Ms. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus]