Regulate

I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
They gonna come up real quick before they start to clown
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix
Back up back up 'cuz it's on

Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact

Some brothers shootin' dice so I said, "Let's do this"

If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday
The rhythm is the base and the base is the treble

I can't believe this happened in my home town
If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this

If you want skirts step back and observe
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down
She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
So I hooks a left on the two one to Lewis
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Some brothers pulled some gats so I said, "I'm stuck"
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
Would you let me ride?"
I'm tweaking onto a whole new era
I looked at the brothers and said, "Damn, what's next?"
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk

If I had wings I could fly let me contemplate
Since these girls peepin' me I'm glide and swerve

Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode
Chords, strings, we brings melody G-Funk
Funk, on a whole new level

Just rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone
Where rhythm is life and life is rhythm

Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth

These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
I jumped out the ride, and said, "What's up?"
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb
Gonna think of better things than some horny tricks
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
Just like I thought they were in the same spot

Before I got jacked I was on the same track
The Nate Dogg and the G child were in need of something else
Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode
Just hit the eats side of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
One of them dames was sexy as hell I said, "Ooh I like your style"

Now they droppin' and yellin' it's a tad bit late
The next stop is the East Side Motel
It's the G-Funk era, funked out with a gangster twist
In need of some desperate help
All you skirts know what's up with 213
N A T E and me the Warren to the G
I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell

G-Funk step to this I dare ya
They got guns to my head I think I'm going down