What We Do (feat. Xzibit, Warren G & Nate Dogg)

For My nail shop Bitches That don't come outside until they look vicious My blue rag niggas, my red rag niggas Let's all unite and make the west coast bigga Bring your chrome out, shine it up Escalades to Impalas, Line 'em up Let's bounce to the beach with a bitch or two You can ride my shit, let me spit for you This California livin' is the best on earth Throw your hands up, represent your turf Open bar, all night drinks for free Just sing Knoc-Turn'al from LAC Big D, in a brand new SUV Nate Dogg got the bomb that he passed the G Like it's supposed to be Like it's planned to be What we do (What We Do) Every day (Every day) They try to (They try to) But they can't (But they can't) Same bullshit (Same bullshit) Different Day (Different Day) Can You Come Back To Me Sometime it's hard to get a grip on what's really goin' on When your days getting dark and your nights gettin' long And everyones tryin ta hit a piece of these streets I got beef wit OG's, my PO and Police Please - how can I explain to these suckas How I made motherfucker, come off nuthin It wasn't my fault I went platinum off the gate Lookin at me, I'm...? Niggas better practice patience Fall back and step with all that act and anxious And you can see it on the face of the kids When they recognize me for all the hits that I did Who do we love, Nigga Can't stay away I make a hit each day And just so you know nigga the hits won't stop So I'm putting in work till I fill my spot What we do (What We Do) Every day (Every day) They try to (They try to) But they can't (But they can't) Same bullshit (Same bullshit) Different Day (Different Day) Knoc-Turn'al (Knoc-Turn'al) (yay) Can You Come Back To Me Everybody want to know what's crackin wit Knoc-Turn'al Ghetto Street narrator with an LA journal Niggas Got 6 4's hot enough to hop hurtles On G's it's the colour purple with a tight circle Difference is in the have and have nots We have eaten, you have not Blast and stuff Glocks back and stash spots Ass, tits, and hips, she got a whole lot Knoc ain't never dropped the dime info or ho Whether I know or don't know an info Even if I know where kilos of coke flow goes I ain't never told a soul, my soul for no dough We gangsta, fuck pop and go-go I'm a bow-low, any man woman or beasted bro's against the west coast I don't need shit but I might get some magnums What we do (What We Do) Every day (Every day) They try to (They try to) But they can't (But they can't) Same bullshit (Same bullshit) Different Day (Different Day) Can You Come Back To Me