All Doggs Go To Heaven (R.I.P. Nate Dogg)-The Game

All Doggs Go To Heaven (R.I.P. Nate Dogg) - Game [** RIP Nate Dogg:] [Chorus:] 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 w**d everyday) [Verse 1: ~Game~] 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, sh*t 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 [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 2: Game] 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 w**d 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 sh*t, 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 [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 3: ~Game~] 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 (Hold Up)