LETRAAll Doggs Go To HeavenThe Game

Rolling up a Swisher banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tears in my eyes, sipping on this Goose getting loose
I don’t know what else to do so I’m sitting here
Rolling up a Swisher banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the desert
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 favorite 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
Ten years later we here laying Nate Dogg down
Damn he was only forty one so I’mma get high and just drink til this forty 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

All-Star Weekend
I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
That's like MJG with no 8-Ball
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 on the 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 your lighters when I say so
Shed tears, that's for Nate, bro
Cali will never be the same, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, thats 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
Uncles, cousins and 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