All Doggs Go to Heaven Songtext
von The Game

You know the good nigga
Lost on the way
Yo, mate
This one′s for you, homie

I'm just rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tears in my eyes, sipping on this Goose, getting loose
I don′t know what else to do so I'm sitting here

Rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the desert
All dogs go to heaven
'Til then, smoke weed everyday


Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, it was Daz and Kurupt we was high
One of my favorite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move, we like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging regulators round the hood, regulating
In and out of county jail when Crips and Bloods were segregating

And just like y′all, I used to love Tha Dogg Pound
Ten years later we here laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only forty one
So I′ma get high and just drink 'til this forty done
But I really wanna cry
Shit, I really wonder why the good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn′t bring him back if I tried
So

We just rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tears in my eyes, sipping on this Goose, getting loose
I don't know what else to do so I′m sitting here


Rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the desert
All dogs go to heaven
'Til then, smoke weed everyday

All-Star Weekend
I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
That′s like MJG with no 8-Ball
I don't wanna see that R.I.P tatt'
LBCPT that, we that Coast where the DPG at
Eazy-E that, then tell me where the weed at
You see that all red P hat?
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that

Can you believe this where they killed B.I.G. at?
Now he at where N-A-T-E D-O double G at
′Cause that′s where all dogs go, because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gon′ call for?
I sample your old shit, I don't know these new niggas
′Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I'm just mad he ain′t here to hop on the R.E.D album

I'm just rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tears in my eyes, sipping on this Goose, getting loose
I don't know what else to do so I′m sitting here

Rolling up a Swisher, banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8-ball, contemplating suicide
Hold up
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the desert
All dogs go to heaven
′Til then smoke weed everyday

I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, banging lay low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind off what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise your lighters when I say so
I′m shedding tears, that's for Nate, bro
Cali will never be the same, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, that′s why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali

I'm blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he′s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncles, cousins and your friends
No one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one thing's for sure, everybody gotta go
And when it's my turn I hope I never know
Hold up