Multiply (feat. Nate Dogg)

I've been this way and I can't stop, ah

Hands on the ball and I won't drop, no

Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch, no

It ain't 'cause I want to, it's 'cause I got-ta

Get a grip while the gettin' is good

Before the game is ten percent skill and 90 percent Hollywood

I don't need that, I don't believe that

Everybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt

I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game

Nah! I'ma evolve, continue to change

It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on

And keep it on, we keepin' it movin', to each his own

So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it

I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga, forget about it

Speech don't fail me now

Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

We back on line, we came to ride

We deal, we stack, we multiply

We stay on the grind until we die

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough

Above the rest, accept no less

Go ahead, check the game, be my guest

Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest

Win time after time 'til there ain't none left

Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work

I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt

Everybody and anybody who come to my party

Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody

Who's that nigga y'all came to see? ("X!")

Often imitated, but cannot be ("X!")

What's next? Collect respect like paychecks

Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex

What do you believe in? I believe in

Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance

Here for redemption, been around forever

Y'all cats were just too blind to listen

We back on line, we came to ride

We deal, we stack, we multiply

We stay on the grind until we die

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough

It ain't my fault, we keep droppin' hits

And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin' yo' bitch

It ain't shit changed, we gon' bang like this

And I'm drinkin' this fifth, we still don't take no shit

I got a sixth sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents

I'm sick with my sixth sense

Whattup Doc? I'm gettin' down to business

Crooked ass, the cops to the Rampart district

Lose yourself in the music, move it or lose it

Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the

Next man, it's the X-Man rollin'

Stand firm, solid as the ground, I'm holdin'

Make mine golden, permanent state issue

Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu

Long range missile, if we got issues

I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you

I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you

We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through

Peep the design from the mastermind

Yo Dre! Bring that shit back one more time!

We back on line, we came to ride

We deal, we stack, we multiply

We stay on the grind until we die

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough

We back on line, we came to ride

We deal, we stack, we multiply

We stay on the grind until we die

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough