(Feat. Nate Dogg) [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