All Doggs Go To Heaven

You know the good nigga

Lost on the way

Yo, mate

This one's for you, homie

I'm just 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

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 regulators 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'ma get high and just drink 'til this forty done

But I really wanna cry

Shit, I really wonder why the 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 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

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, then 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 B.I.G. 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 gon' 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

I'm just 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

I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, banging lay low

Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo

Tryna get my mind off what it is, but it is what it is

Everybody raise your lighters when I say so

I'm shedding tears, that's for Nate, bro

Cali will never be the same, Cube and Dre know

I hold the West Coast down, that's 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 your friends

No one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz

But one thing's for sure, everybody gotta go

And when it's my turn I hope I never know

Hold up