Lil' Girl

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    [Nate Dogg]
    Lil' girl from the ghetto
    Ran away from home
    She ran away from home (Nananana)
    Tried to be a fucking woman
    Acting way too grown (Tooo grown, whoa whoa)
    Then she ran across the border
    Homie, 24-inch chromes (24-inch chromes nananana)
    Now she walking down the track, stripping
    With them brand new high heels on (Hahaha good God)

    [Warren G]
    She too young for me so I passed her to the next dude
    Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do
    Hang with a crew that love getting revenue
    With a description of 1972
    Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side
    24s gleaming, sitting up high?
    Ride and won't die but you young bitch
    Spit words so fly, get you sprung, bitch
    Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame
    Trying to replace him with modern day game (We don't hate)
    Then shoot if you mess with his prostitute
    And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot
    Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too?
    Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too
    Blew his brains out, now he catching chain out to Chino's
    Slick got caught up fucking with a young dogg

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    [Snoop Dogg]
    My nigga Slick was a gangbang motherfucking lunatic
    Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do this shit
    Nigga only do this shit and make this shit official
    A little bitty nigga quick to hit you with the pistol
    Ain't no motherfuckers squabbin' me, and that's on 20s
    Plenty niggaz felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast
    Ask Cuz on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast
    Dumb-dumb don't want come test
    Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck
    Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride
    Long Beach, East Side roll in two times
    Every nigga on the yard know Cuz' rep
    A straight gangsta for life, and I love that
    It's not just a job, fool it's a lifestyle
    And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out

    [Nate Dogg]
    Lil' boy from the ghetto
    You're greased up khaki's on (Nananana)
    Used to be a ball player, homie
    What the fuck went wrong? (Whoa whoa)
    Used to see him on the corner daily
    Hand up on his throne (Ahh yeah nananana)
    Tried to knock him off a bank recently
    25 to life, so long, he gone

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    Composición: N. Hale

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