Can't Nobody Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Pistols and penitentiaries 

Gangstas on a worldwide hunt for head huntin' 

Spread dumpin' lead bustin' 

Tell me, how you wanna be done? 

It's so many thangs on these streets 

Gang bang on these streets 

Heat holders that hug wit slugs 

And it's the thang to be either crips or bloods 

Nate show these niggas how it was 

And how nobody do it like we does 'cuz 

Something about the West Coast 

Makes me bang the beats 

Something about the West Coast 

Makes me run them streets 

Something about the music 

Makes me wanna sing 

Something about this chronic 

Knocks me off my feet 

That's real chronic, baby 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

I know you never thought these niggas could be this good 

We'd be bumpin' in your system from hood to hood 

I know you never even thought, we would last this long 

You were dead wrong 

Homie this is Nate, he's a double O.G. 

All up in the place, K U R U P T 

Better ask your girl, "Why she starin' at me?" 

Leave me alone 

Calicos 

We ready for the get down 

You ready to have sit-down 

Bitch nigga sit-down 

Runnin' in and out ya house 

Runnin' in and out ya spouse 

Don't say shit or I'll be runnin' in and out your mouth 

Gangstas get the party crackin' 

Hit a land and get it crunk 

Nate Dogg and Kurupt 

Yeah nigga that's wassup 

Now, I gotta show y'all 

How the West Coast rock shit 

Concoct and plot shit 

Dogg pound oxes 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

D. P. G. C. 

The greatest on this earth 

Gangsta that was taught, shoot before you converse 

Go against the grain and we convert to the worst 

Take flight like eagles, puncture like needles 

Touch him without even bein' present 

The greatest on this earth, West Coast presents 

'The Dogg Pound muthafuckin' gangsta nigga' 

On all gold feet 

Yeah, them all gold D's, we double O.G.'s 

Something about the West Coast 

Makes me bang the beats 

Something about the West Coast 

Makes me run them streets 

Something about the music 

Makes me wanna sing 

Something about this chronic 

Knocks me off my feet 

That's real chronic, baby 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do? 

Can't nobody 

Do you like, we do?