What We Gonna Do-Guerilla Black/Nate Dogg

What We Gonna Do (edited) (Feat. Nate Dogg) - Guerilla Black La la la la la la Whooooooooo From coast to coast From sea to sea From ghetto to ghetto, yeaaah From street to street La la la la la la la la From the 310, 323's, 213's You want me, you find me My mind be, unlike these MC's Compton is back, we ridin with long beach Where the _________ Thats them call off them trunks? Full of alcohol and the _______________ Sexier than j kwon on my side Hope the pair of ______ for they life Oh no, it ain't no love blood Got the raider b&e and some gloves cuz _______ on the one ten With the gun under the hood, ill run again While they out smokin anf drankin all your liquor I'm on the grind and my rhymes are gettin slicker While people think that this game gone last forever My people throw me green pain in every letter La la la la la la la la And thats whats i'm gonna do I'm ____ in the sauce and la's mosh pit Where the blood flow just like a faucet Oh sh*t, you gone got yourself in the situation Better ask nate dogg about this gangster nation Where the p**sy smell musty like armpits Hood talk is touchy, make niggas bear arms quick And i'm just gone play my position Like a general and do dirt down to the mineral I got the method man like tikal Get in the way and get your a** took out b**ch While they out smokin anf drankin all your liquor I'm on the grind and my rhymes are gettin slicker While people think that this game gone last forever My people throw me green pain in every letter La la la la la la la la la And thats whats i'm gonna do While they out spendin and layin with strange women We out here stackin while they be straight fake pimpin While they wheels turnin my mind is steady spinnin Money been all on my mind since the beginning La la la la la la la la la And thats what i'm gonna do Yes you are my, my west empire With my texas fires, your chest expires Ill make niggas come up short like danny devito Zap the caddy burnt on like a dorito It couldn't be laws in the hood they all get vetoed Like god to turn on my ones with c notes And we know you ain't got that desert eagle Like j said "no we don't believe you" Its best not to portray somethin that your not At the end somebody always get shot While they out smokin anf drankin all your liquor I'm on the grind and my rhymes are gettin slicker While people think that this game gone last forever My people throw me green pain in every letter La la la la la la la la And thats whats i'm gonna do While they out spendin and layin with strange women We out here stackin while they be straight fake pimpin While they wheels turnin my mind is steady spinnin Money been all on my mind since the beginning La la la la la la la la la And thats what i'm gonna do Girls flip out when we hit the club And get turned out when we leave the club And scream and shout cause they want some lovin I'm gone give it to em, every one of em Girls flip out when we hit the club And get turned out when we leave the club And scream and shout cause they want some lovin I'm gone give it to em, every one of em La la la la la la la