REST IN PEACE, NATE DOGG.

Nate Dogg feat. Daz - These Days

Rest in peace, Nate Dogg. I grew up listening to Death Row and their catalog and saw Nate Dogg as integral as a Dr. Dre beat for the west. Un-fucking-replaceable, his bluesy gospel voice is one of the baddest on this planet. And dont forget that he writes his own stuff, his best works are collaborations with other artist -- giving each song a commercial appeal while his solo efforts are underachievers.

Nate Dogg, Illegitimate King.



These days, you gotta be strapped
I already know that ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound


I believe I got good skills
We been makin' music since we were kids
That's all I wanna do, for life
Keepin' it real until the day I die
Obstacles get in my way
Continue to mash and don't forget to pray
I keep my hand on my steel
Because I love my life and I always will
Whatever people say to me
I take it in stride I'm thinkin' negro please
If you really don't know me
Then you best back up, I suggest strongly
They started this DPG
Until the day I D-I-E
For my L-I-F and E
No matter where I look thats all I see
And I know...


These days, you gotta be strapped
I already know that ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound



Many women cling to me
I think its because they see me on BET
Cuz everybody knows my name
All the police think I'm serving cane
Jealous niggaz call us out
But I dont worry long as I hear their mouths
If ever they decide to kill
You better be prepared because I know I will
One thing I can guarantee
You don't wanna be standin next to me
Before my final curtain call
I feel safe and it won't be long
So if we bump hits in the streets
Or even at some party
You niggaz really can't see me
My request is that you stop trying
Before I let go...



These days, you gotta be strapped
I already know that ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound



Everyday, the 45 stays on deck for whoever
I bustin takin now bowin down never
Gotta watch my back for these coppers
As well as these niggaz that I kick it with
They stick you faster than these bitches will
Since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches
And I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime
I smoke constantly it comforts me
From commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb
Who gots my back nobody
Little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party
All be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are
Really say the nigga gotta be a star
I gots to get mine and if I blast then its my destiny
If I die then it was meant to be intentionally
Worry stressin I'm guessin no confession
When the murder take place it was protection