All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics - Game

Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg 

Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide 

(Hold Up) 

Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin' loose 

I don't know what else to do, so I'm sittin' here 

Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg 

Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide 

(Hold Up) 

Tryna smoke the pain away 

Hand on the dessert 

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 favourite 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 

10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down 

Damn, he was only 41 so I'm a get high and just drink til this 40 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 rolling up a swisha 

Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg 

That's like MJG with no 8Ball 

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 ont he R.E.D album 

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 ya lighters when I say so 

Shed tear, that's for Nate bro 

Cali will never be the smae, 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 

Uncle's cousins and his 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 

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