What They Think

[Nate] This is what they think, of you

[Quik] Here's what they think about you

[Nate] Think about you

[Quik] This is what they think about you

[Nate] Think about you

[Quik] Here's what they think about you

[Nate] This is what they think, of you

[DJ Quik]

They say you suckers ain't got no hustle, no drive

If it's West then you came to settle, no jive

Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real

Yo Money, y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?

It's a, conspiracy made by the rest no doubt

It's like the game is designed to keep the left coast out

So how 'bout instead of doin 106th & Park

we do 108th and Crenshaw, after dark?

[Nate Dogg]

Seen a nigga smile so I turned and asked him

"Why yo' mouth got so much platinum?"

Thankin you the shit, all young and sporty

Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40

Far from a sex symbol and you can't pronounciate

But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway

Stretch your pimp toes, yeah you're flossin poorly

You need to pump your breaks, YEAH SLOW DOWN WODIE!

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

This is what they think, of you

Think about you

Think about you

This is what they think, of you

Think about you

Think about you

This is what they think, of you

[DJ Quik]

Yeah, they sayin y'all smoke cigar shape, that's the craze

Cut up in a blunt, lick it back and blaze

Over hurr, over thurr, that's the catchphrase

Skip the bathwater, y'all be dirty for days

Brown weed, gold teeth, hit the flo' now

Robitussin all in your cup, got you slow now

Let the streets tell it, nigga word of mouth

CAUSE AIN'T NOBODY CATCHIN NO COLDS DOWN SOUTH

[Nate Dogg]

Where you from nigga? Yup, had to be

Actin all mad, mad doggin me

Yeah I know you got the bombest weed and palm trees

But you shoulda cut that fuckin curl in '83

When girls come around you don't even flirt

Busy throwin up rags, fuckin up my concert

While we be busy makin paper, chasin cheese

You still set trippin off them B's and C's

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]

There ain't shit you won't do for a record deal

While we be makin moves, you be keepin it real

While we comparin bankrolls, you comparin skills

One mo' thang mayne, backwoods kill

You wanna be famous, nigga sound like us

Gotta copy the West to go platinum plus

When I come through the East and hang homey I swang

I leave my radio cause y'all no players out there

[DJ Quik]

Heh, what the hell are y'all hatin for? (Hmm?)

Can't a young player make money any more? (Hmm?)

Without havin to be from the South or East shore

It's the gangland, bangin is payin a G more

Nate Dogg, he done bust your girl bubble

Compton and Long Beach together now you know you in trouble

Takin death chances bangin just to show that we true

But still..

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]

Think about you

Think about you

This is what they think, of you

Think about you

Think about you

This is what they think, of you