We Came To Rock Ya Body

[Intro: E-40]
Peace
The 213
The 7-0-7
The 4-0-5, y'know

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You see how I do maintain, I'm bout to get in
Used to be sit up, not tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we pray and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get close for a dose with the West Coast chop game
Niggy but not cutty
40'Holy Water in the clip for DPG I had to fuck with

[verse 2: E-40]
Uhhh, uhhh, follow that clap, we got dope in
My nigga Snoop got some hoes in
Uhhh, uhhh, seen her for some black sauce, in gripping secret
Can't wait till wе get em both butt naked
Wе act so bad up in the spot, Dre be overworked
Cocaine go bid your prize, bitches pay the prize
Why in the hell are you so ignorant
Why is your slang so little?

[Chorus: Nate Dogg (x4)]
We came to rock ya body, rock your soul

[verse 3: Suga-T]
(Yeah and it's like that)
Hoes, menoles you can from everywhere I ya
Gotta put these keys in a pot, boss Playa Playa
Check this plot, cause dont miss my whole act
Suga-T paper, Suga-T how I do that

[verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
It's so simple to make it happen
More paper to keep the scratch
Bin of a hurricane, chillin and relaxin
Till the shit, I'll keep it bumpin and humpin just like droptop
Will it ever quit, will it ever stop?
For reward with D-Shot, Suga-T, Dogg Pound
Can make it with my homie, get you bleed in Oaktown
Cause I got Sick Wid' It, and they don't know why
Cause I get Sick Wid' It, because they singin' for fly (Word)

[verse 5: D-Shot]
A lot of niggas they know it
The niggas got big respect, it ain't till the tape in your deck
Cause the nigga that pops, till the nigga can't pop no mo'
Straight herbin' on the indo
From my hood to yo hood
Ain't lettin bustas figure up
If y'all niggas strap I'm your plug
They call me the D-Shot
The Shot Caller, a.k.a. livin' in the Boss Baller

[Chorus: Nate Dogg (x4)]
We came to rock ya body, rock your soul

[verse 6: B-Legit]
I'm all original base pour the last Detroit
Still get decisions then I flip from 'Troit
Hit the brownie tracks, smokes weed with feds
Low in hell stoke, got game in back
See I'm in with bin and lil' Joe be caught
But I'm about to make, nigga mark my words
I hit 'em five times make her feel [?]
Took her to the mall then she robbed and [?]

[verse 7: Kurupt]
One day, I was dippin' through the hood
I seen all my homies and it was all too good
I'm Kurupt, to have bitch really cold chillin'
Blue from the forts that soon, straight dealin'
With so much cash, it's seen funny
Been there and done it everything you see and never wanted
I'm Kurupt, peace me up a piece of the pie
Many tried, many die in attemps to ride
Who's the man, with ten thousands plan ran for my squad
The world wide homicidal plan
Too many stressed in here I'm bout to touch my loot
The fucking Dogg on where the only things to own and shoot
And he's a dogg and the room is wet
And the nigga like me tired in worst day
I be rhymin' to fuck a mic since the first day
My eyes open wide I finally realize it's the way to get paid

[Chorus: Nate Dogg (x4)]
We came to rock ya body, rock your soul