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Roscoe - Yesterday lyrics
[Roscoe] Presidential campaign Y.A. DPG Nate Dogg Roscoe We bout to hit em like this DOGG POUND!! [Verse 1: Nate Dogg] Let em know that your fucking tonight Let em now that you wont be hittin em raw I be hittin em (yah yah) Aint no mystery I do shit right got this bitch coming back for more (coming back for more) All the ladies want my single ball out my nigga Nate is steppin through the door (through the door) Women remember when I freak them off the first night you supposed to treat her like she a whore Chorus: Nate Dogg Yesterday in the LBC A sexy stray tried to detour me She said "Pardon me" But could you be The sexy piece that I'm gonna freak [Verse Two: Nate Dogg] Let em now that you wont be hittin her raw let em now that your not gonna make her due (make her due) Anything that I ask her too watch her baby stick to me like glue (stick to me like glue) And she aint sucking dicks ain't nothing funny not a damn thing new (ain't a damn thing new) We all the ladies I see on my flights I can lay some pussy bout one or two (too one or two) I just heard theres a party tonight maybe me and my boys can slide through (me and my boys can slide through) I think its time for me to get away I think I need me another boo [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Yesterday in West L.A A sexy thing strayed on way She tried to take me by the hair She tried to make me her lover pair [Verse Three: Nate Dogg] Let em know you wont be shakin the spot let her know she should be chasing her dreams (chasing her dreams) Its been a minute you should know me by now once I get I get up and I leave (I get up and I leave) Ain't no need for no kissing tonight you can kiss it but don't kiss me (don't kiss me) Later on you'll be grippin it tight just imagine you be grippin on me (you be grippin on me) I ain't frontin ain't no hit me tonight I hope you ain't that hard to please (ain't that hard to please) I can give your body what it wants as long as you can give me what I need [Verse Four: Roscoe] I really don't care about your hair I like that birthday suit you wear I think we make a sexy pair My two-way loaded up with emails from gullable females Tryin to get to know the Pound The fuckin Pound We are the best through it Usually when the chick throws it out she catch to it Nate Dogg break em off with a lil game For they lil brain A lil piece of knowledge of the instrumental piece Show em how We blow em out We bomb singles Make all the single women bounce We all on the same page wid it Same way wid it Tryin to see the game change wid it Baby let your braids hang wid it Switch lanes wid it Spit flame, get dames, get brains wid it Its Roscoe making them all take notes To Roscoe leaves your place toast You better get a glass of cold something Cuz Im coming with the heat Watch mothafuckas drop like cops We G'D UP!! [Verse Five: Nate Dogg] Let em know that your fucking tonight Let em now that you wont be hittin em raw I be hittin em (yah yah) Aint no mystery I do shit right got this bitch coming back for more (coming back for more) All the ladies want my single ball out my nigga Nate is steppin through the door (through the door) Women remember when I freak them off the first night you supposed to treat her like she a whore [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Yesterday in the LBC A sexy stray tried to detour me She said "Pardon me" But could you be The sexy piece that I'm gonna freak [Verse Six: Nate Dogg] Let em now that you wont be hittin her raw let em now that your not gonna make her due (make her due) Anything that I ask her too watch her baby stick to me like glue (stick to me like glue) And she aint sucking dicks ain't nothing funny not a damn thing new (ain't a damn thing new) We all the ladies I see on my flights I can lay some pussy bout one or two [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Yesterday in West L.A A sexy thing strayed on way She tried to take me by the hair She tried to make me her lover pair [Nate Dogg] Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah |
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