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Leave Her Alone
Freeway/Memphis Bleek/Nate Dogg/Young Chris
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Uh, uh, uh
Eazy (Yeah), Nate (Nate), Young (Young), Free (Free)
Let's go (Go)
One to the other, other two to the three (Uh-huh)
On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G (Yeah)
Still chasin' paper, still runnin' them streets (Uh)
I never trust a ho because I know what they be (Yeah)
One to the two to the three to the four
Baby, when you leave, let me up in the back door
She still a bad bitch, but I don't love her though (Never)
Once I hit it once, I'd rather leave her alone (Uh)
Ayo, I'm worldwide respected
You know the G4 flies international, bitch, flyin' domestic (Yeah)
I been around the world, seen many faces (Yeah)
But better yet, I got head from different races
And I don't trust a ho as far as I could throw 'em
I murder with no motive, I hit 'em and don't know 'em
I just skeet and send 'em right back home
That's Bleek, not ya hubby, ma, I'm not like homes
But dig it, the truth hurt, they be addicted to the dick
I dig in it, they wan' shat and live with it
But mami, vacate premises, the head straight chill a minute
Invite all my niggas and Nate and Free
I might make you my lil' drug ho if you could take the D
Mami, and run with it 'cause I had my fun with it
It's S.P., DGL, and Nate, we done with it
One to the other, other two to the three
On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G
Still chasin' paper, still runnin' them streets
I never trust a ho because I know what they be
One to the two to the three to the four
Baby, when you leave, let me up in the back door
She still a bad bitch, but I don't love her though
Once I hit it once, I'd rather leave her alone
Yeah, me and Nate Dogg just skate off
With two chicks and they both freaks eager to bone, yeah
I'm tryna scrape on the split, she tryna get to my home
She got a thing for rap stars and athletes
She tryna chill with the clique, wantin' to hop on the phone
All in the men's truck, callin' her friends up
But Free don't go for that or go for chicks
That hang at clubs, ball games, and crack me, free
Don't like no groupie-ass bitches, so
If you got your eyes on my digits, better keep goin'
Keep low and if you tryna get with Freeway, keep paper
And when you give neck, keep goin', smokin'
Backwoods keep rollin'
That's why a nigga higher than a skyscraper
One to the two and three to the four
If you fuck with the boy, I'll tie your neighbors up
One to the other, other two to the three
On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G
Still chasin' paper, still runnin' them streets
I never trust a ho because I know what they be
One to the two to the three to the four
Baby, when you leave, let me up in the back door (Uh)
She still a bad bitch, but I don't love her though (Uh-uh)
Once I hit it once, I'd rather leave her alone
Yeah, you rockin' with the R-O-C
What you coppin', ma? It's all on C
You can call on me when you havin' hard times
I'll help you at all times, you welcome to all mine (Uh)
That's only wifey, though the rest of y'all triflin' hoes
Don't get a dime, get your mind right, you might can go
One to the two to the three to the four
Mami, it's one to the two to the three of my boys and me
We tryna see if you can take on us all at once
It's State P, ma, you breakin' us off for free
I holla back, ma, it's Freewheezy, Eazy
Young Gunna, Nate Dollar, Wild N' Out
Crack, uh, my niggas, we skeetin', we hittin', we leavin'
Y'all love 'em and hug 'em, we forget 'em and free 'em (That's right)
We don't need 'em if they ain't breakin' with the team
'Cause they ain't nothin', fuck 'em, relationship a misdemeanor, uh
One to the other, other two to the three
On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G
Still chasin' paper, still runnin' them streets
I never trust a ho because I know what they be
One to the two to the three to the four
Baby, when you leave, let me up in the back door
She still a bad bitch, but I don't love her though
Once I hit it once, I'd rather leave her alone
One to the other, other two to the three
On the mic is N-A-T-E D-O-double-G
Still chasin' paper, still runnin' them streets
I never trust a ho because I know what they be
One to the two to the three to the four
Baby, when you leave, let me up in the back door
She still a bad bitch, but I don't love her though
Once I hit it once, I'd rather leave her alone
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